The Root Word of Discipline
He wears his clerics.
He knows what Rome says of the meaning of his clerics,
but he knows the Romans who do not wear theirs.
And I only know the Romans who do,
the rest, I never knew.
He saw me from across the Thames,
where he stood he had never met me.
Where I stood I had already met him.
I saw him from across the Tiber,
while he stayed across the Thames.
I had made confessions before,
but the first priest to personally
invite me to make a good confession
in my 25 years as a Catholic,
had worn his clerics across the Thames
before swimming across the Tiber,
having sought the meaning of his clerics.
Because of his swim, a bridge was erected.
This one stayed across the Thames.
He could see,
that on my side,
I was still searching.
I had heard something somewhere
but could not remember what or where.
I remembered it sounded true,
but I knew the message was not in English.
I tried learning Italian.
Then I knew the message was not in Italian.
Frankly, I called over the Thames to him, asking,
“Why are you not in line with Rome?”
Frankly, he responded over the Tiber to me, asking,
“Why is Rome not in line with Rome?”
There are two ways,
one of life
and one of death,
but a great difference
between the two ways.
Like the course of any river,
the middle way runs away,
swept toward the abyss
of a salt sea.
These are two river banks,
one of Rome
and one of London
but no media via
runs between the two rivers.
The swim of the Tiber is frigid,
which is why Rome’s many bridges
are still not falling down,
though the script engraved
upon their cornerstones
has, at first, always taken a cold reading,
like every beginning of wisdom.
Is that Greek I hear, too?
Nam dilectio est cognitionis terminus.
Et ideo ubi desinit cognitio,
scilicet in ipsa re quae per aliam cognoscitur,
ibi statim dilectio incipere potest.
Those who come to know
are given the rest.