Photograph of Morada of El Rancho de las Golondrinas (Joseph Charles MacKenzie)‘The Adobe Building – New Mexico’ by Sam Gilliland The Society November 29, 2017 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments For Joseph Charles MacKenzie Herein lies silence and serenity, Along with untold tales of many men, Mixing mud and straw, soon to be a home, Where wives gave an hundred births dignity, Often joy, tinged with great sadness, and then Blood red roses bowed with bitter aplomb; Outside, the waiting wind heaves a gusty Sigh, hearing the triumph of birth anew, Time is but the scratch of a finger-nail, The scent of roses, dry, withered, musty: Let my soul roam, through this ripe rendezvous, Where life bewitched all with a babe’s bright wail. The balustrades of bonding are ancient rites Set in adobe walls where love alights. © Sam Gilliland Fr. Francis Miller, OFM Residing in Scotland, Sam Gilliland is a champion of Lallans (the Scottish language) poetry and a recipient of Sangschaw’s prestigious MacDiarmid Tassie. With three previous collections of poetry published his work in Scots includes A Rickle O Banes (Penny Wheep Press). Founder/Secretary of Ayrshire Writers & Artists Society the organisation became the home of The Scottish International Open Poetry Competition, to which he devoted twenty eight years of his life as co-administrator and judge. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses ben grinberg November 29, 2017 the southwest being in sedona the old indian winds mixed with new american eyes time stood still as clouds flew by one day it was snow one day red hot arizona and then there’s adobe and friars no end to this place desert hazel aroma Reply Joseph Charles MacKenzie December 1, 2017 I am greatly honoured by Mr. Gilliland’s exquisite verses which are directly inspired by the photograph of Fr. Francis in El Rancho de las Golondrinas in the ancient Spanish hamlet of La Cienega just outside of Santa Fe. The image is that of a morada, a kind of village oratory specific to our penitente culture in New Mexico. Here, the penitente confradias would meet at least three times a day to sing their alabados and antiphonally chant the psalms of the Franciscan office. The daily Rosary was also sung in the moradas in a most peculiar way. Thus, Christianity was preserved in North America for some 400 years often in the absence of the Franciscan missionaries who were too few to accommodate the outlying villages of northern New Mexico. It is appropriate that a Franciscan whose faith is strictly speaking identical to that of his forebears who created New Mexico should also be represented in the image. Even more profound is the homage Mr. Gilliland pays to my people and our traditional culture by this very charming sonnet. Truly, poetry transcends oceans. Reply rooms in anaheim March 29, 2020 I have read so many articles concerning the blogger lovers but this piece of writing is truly a good article, keep it up. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.