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Fr. Bartlett W. Gage
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Here are some observations from my heart for you on your pilgrimage of faith in the real world. They are the comments of one who has walked the trails of intensive graduate scholarship (ll years), entrepenurial business (20 years), and pastoral ministry (13 years). These reflections are meant to ease the way for those of you of a questioning nature. I hope they will be helpful. If not, then join Ben (my Black Lab) and me on a stroll through imagination's fields and have a good time. Fr. Gage
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Epiphany 7
Bart Gage in Writing Seminar
2/23/03
How do you describe a deer?
All the words seem tired and trite.
What do you say to catch the bounce and stretch as my morning visitor
two-stepped from my driveway over the lot-line fence?
What metaphor describes the pause, half-turn and sentry eye?
How right the solid body over against the rocks and trees. How perfect
the thin legs among the out-croppings and saplings. Against the dappled-snowed lot, the full-coated denizen looked warm in a sartorially
fine pelted tan.
Still. Quiet. Breathing. Watchful - my early morning scout waited.
One leg beginning its arch. Gradually reaching up and out.
Then gone.
Abandoned shrubs and lone trees - swaying slightly against the early Westerly wind.
Were there others waiting, watching, poised? Any signs I missed? Any tracks obvious to the canny word-obsessed observer? No. Not to me.
Nor to Ben, who sat on the stoop with the New York Times in his jaws, waiting for breakfast.
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