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ST DOMINIC GUZMAN
This year we celebrate
the eighth centenary of the death of Saint Dominic, who died in Bologna on
6th August, 1221. His feast day is celebrated on 3rd August in
Australia but on 8th August for the rest of the universal church.
Over the
next few weeks, I will share with you
information about St Dominic
which I have acquired from our church notices The Dominican Some art
you may not have seen, some extracts from contemporary documents about Dominic,
prayers to St Dominic and some other delights.
In this post we
consider some of the qualities of St Dominic through poetry.
Surely
the greatest of the poets inspired by Dominic’s life was Dante Alighieri (you
might say, Italy’s Shakespeare) who described our patron as l’amoroso drudo de
la fede cristiana, il santo atleta – “the loving bridegroom of the Christian
Faith, the holy athlete.” (Paradiso, XII, 11,50) Although a Life of St Dominic
in verse appeared in both medieval French and English, nothing quite rises to
the magnificence of Dante. In modern times, however, Dominic has inspired a
number of poets in English. Over the next few weeks, we will share a few.
HOMMAGE
TO A SAINT He was a man who wept. And in his tears glistened, all saw, love
human and tender, human because divine, divine because wrung from prayer, from
an agony of truth. ‘Ah Lord, what will become of sinners?’ Alone he waited, in
a place he could not convert, carrying alone, through the years of
disappointment, a task that had seemed begun.
The
Word of God burned in him fiercer than fire, deeper than flood, banishing fear
and comfort; a Word uttered in silence, echoing still, breaking the night into
groans of entreaty. This, then, was Dominic, his signature barely visible on
the scrolls of history; a trace of a smile still lingers over the vineyards
where they tried to kill him, but found death died in his eagerness to die.
He
founded an Order, people say, Say rather: friended. He was their friend, and so
at last, in spite of themselves, they came. He gave them an Order to found.
Those eyes, wet with the tears of truth, knew Truth. And Truth – seeking still
to become frail flesh – did not disdain to clothe itself in the very
disappointments, the indifference and inadequacy of others.
The
faith of God in humankind makes, every now and then, someone come true. And
then a heart is rhythmed to the very beat of God, a mind to truth, and a mouth
to gospel, wooing the matter of humans to God.
Such a
man was Dominic, messenger of God’s love, a carrier of his infinite pain and
hope, a hurricane and a haven, hurling torrents of peace through the civilized
corridors of comfortable half-truths of plump correctness and wizened zeal; to
dwellers in ancient darkness long familiar, a disturbing possibility of day.
And
yet, after all, a man. A man at home with popes and peasants and fading
gentlewomen, a man of beautiful hands and ungrey head, ‘The night for God, the
day was for his friends’, nemo communior, so they said in wonder so still they
forgot to wonder. Emmanuel, God with us, God like us: the ordinary always the
vehicle of Infinity.
Such a
one was Dominic, not loud in the display of strange religion, loud only in his
mere humanity, too mere for ‘sanctity’, too mere for chroniclers to tell of
much, too mere to hide the dewfall of God’s light. A fragrance still, still
fragrance of far home, to exiles stooped to very grave-side of forgetfulness
sudden remembrance – Ah! What will become of sinners? Pray, pray for us, bearer
of the torch, pray for us sinners, pray for our world of drab.
Simon
Tugwell, The Way of the Preacher (Prouille 1977) Published by Darton Longman
& Todd
In our
parish notices ‘The Dominican’, there is a delightful insert for the children
and young at heart which you can download here. You will find it on page 4 of the supplement.