All The Stars Are Snowflakes

All The Stars Are Snowflakes
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All The Stars Are Snowflakes is an inspirational, thought-provoking poetry book with poems featuring such topics as the total stillness and quiet of a snowfall, the impish antics of a busy squirrel, and always, the glory of God.<br><br>Fr. Ralph Wright, who is a poet of great distinction, pens works that reflect his knowledge of and respect for the masters. His images are both beautiful and startling; his metaphors perceptive, his use of rhyme natural.<br><br>His expertise lies in the unity of word and idea that is the essence of poetry. All the Stars are Snowflakes is one of eight books of verse. The poetry of All the Stars is never obscure but nevertheless demands that we return, again and again, to delight in and savor both words and subtle meanings.<br><br>All the Stars are Snowflakes offers a soothing escape from the pressures and turmoil of every day life.

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Father Ralph Wright. All The Stars Are Snowflakes

ALL THE STARS ARE SNOWFLAKES

POEMS

MEANING

YOU DIDN’T NEED TO

WHITEOUT

THE WHALE

SNOWBECALMED

IN MEMORY OF GEORGE

PARIS MOOD AUGUST '87

WAY BEYOND OUR VISION

LET THE CLOUDS RAIN DOWN THE JUST ONE

DOC — a memory

IF WE LOOK

I DISBELIEVE

THE WAY

MICHAELANGELO’S LAST JUDGEMENT

IMPISH AND GREY

FANCY

COMA

ST LOUIS. FREEZING RAIN. POSTLUDE

I CANNOT PAINT

STEPHEN

VOWED

PARTING

THERE IS A SADNESS DEAR TO GOD

‘AS YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER’

A NEW TERROR

SCOTTIE’S WAKE

PANPIPES

IF

THE LORD IS MY SOCIAL SECRETARY

IT’S SNOWING SLOWLY

DESERT STORM — EPILOGUE

O DEUS ABSCONDITUS

MY ELUSIVE WHO

YOU ARE SO EVERYWHERE

DOGMA

THE FINAL HINT

IT’S DANGEROUS TO BE ME

THE KING

EYE HAS NOT SEEN

APHATIC

COPYRIGHTING

A QUIET MAGIC

“I HAVE COME TO SPREAD FIRE ON THE EARTH AND HOW I WISH IT WERE BLAZING ALREADY.”

IN PLAIN CLOTHES

MAYBE GOD SAVORS TIME

IN MEMORY OF GRAHAM

THE ARTIST

UNTITLED

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In an interview of Joseph Brodsky by Jim Forest (“Commonweal,” 22 May 1992:7), the Russian poet stated “A poet is like a bird. He chirps no matter what twig he lands on— and mistakes the rustle of leaves for applause.”

The Benedictine poet Ralph Wright has landed on a number of twigs and his chirping deserves our listening and applause. He sings of snowflakes that populate our galaxies, of a neurotic squirrel whose claim to innocence is never successful, of Desert Storm and the wind’s ritual of reburial, of God as a social secretary who delights in surprises, of a flu bug’s encroachment on one’s ego, of icicles carrying one from St Louis to Palestine, of a coma patient held mercilessly from a compassionate God. ‘Tis a many branched tree with many fine songs.

.....

of crystal jewel delight,

a diamond carved with infinite concern

.....

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