Retreats
By: Robert J. Oprisch
© 2005

In the year of the Son
I saw the comet
Shining
Like Bethlehem’s star,
And calling:
Come, see, and rejoice!

In the year of the Spirit
I saw the rain
Falling
Like living water,
And cleansing
With the washing of regeneration.

In the year of the Father
I saw the snow
Dropping
Like heaven’s manna,
And proclaiming
The glory of the Lord.

In the year of the Jubilee
I heard the land
Rejoicing
Like exiles returning,
And singing
As all sadness and sorrow fled.

In the year of the new evangelization
I felt the breeze
Breathing
Like Pentecost's Spirit,
And offering:
Receive the second wind.

In the year of the rosary
I saw the fog
Enveloping
Like baptismal waters,
And yielding
To the light of the world

In the year of the Eucharist
I sensed the stillness
Standing
Like Interregnum's sentries,
And surrendering
To the proclamation: Habemus papam