Holy Land: Poems
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“Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground." —Exodus 3:5
“The Holy Land is everywhere.” —Black Elk
The two epigraphs that preface Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s Holy Land introduce the reader to the central theme that permeates her poems: that holy places deserve to be regarded with reverence and that all places are holy places. In her afterward, the poet traces these foundational concepts to her Catholic childhood wherein religious instruction consisted largely of memorizing the Baltimore Catechism. “One of questions the Catechism poses is ‘Where is God?’ The answer is ‘God is everywhere.’ We believed this to be true. God was in church, but God was also in our house (a crucifix in every room), in the backyard, in our Buick (rosary beads swinging from the rearview mirror), at our birthday parties in the basement, and in our own bodies. And though those places may not sound very holy, they were. Because God was there. Is there.”
In addition to affirming this foundational belief, these poems extend the terrain, moving beyond the geographical and the physical to the temporal, the carnal, the intellectual, and the spiritual realms. They assert that our days are blessed, our bodies are blessed, our minds and souls are all blessed and sacred ground. The poet explores a broad spectrum of physical locations, beginning with poems set in the Holy Land and moving on to places closer to home, ranging from the west of Ireland to rural Minnesota, from New York City to the Texas border. She also probes the temporal spaces we occupy, experiences of death and birth, love and loss, desire and desolation that mark our human passage.
The English word holy is related to the Germanic word heilig, a word that means blessed and also carries within it the idea of wholeness. Holy Land attempts to honor both the holiness and the wholeness of our world—from Gotham to Golgotha, the Bronx River to the Sea of Galilee—and to honor the holiness and wholeness of our blessed and broken humanity.
Angela Alaimo O'Donnell
Angela Alaimo O’Donnell, Ph.D., is a writer, poet, and professor. She teaches English, Creative Writing, and courses in Catholic Studies at Fordham University in New York City and serves as Associate Director of Fordham’s Curran Center for American Catholic Studies. She is also co-editor of the Curran Center’s new book series, “Studies in the Catholic Imagination: The Flannery O’Connor Trust Series,” published by Fordham University Press.
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Holy Land - Angela Alaimo O'Donnell
PROLOGUE
The Journey
We were warned about the weather
but we made the journey anyway.
We hoped for something better
than the lost lives others led.
We were in love and we were wed
to the future, brighter days
than any we’d seen in our bleak town.
Call it hope. Each new place we found
was rich in what our old world lacked.
We heard new music we learned to play.
Once you leave you can’t go back
to the dead city blues you’d known
as a child. We braved wild wind, hard rain.
And when the weather was bad, we sang.
I
Christ Sightings
For Christ plays in ten thousand places.
—GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS, As Kingfishers Catch Fire
The Storm Chaser
The Mount of Beatitudes
October 16, 2019
7 AM
Running along the Sea of Galilee,
I see you in your boat, tall brown
man that you are, standing in the prow,
arms raised in supplication to the skies,
wind-whipped tunic blowing wild & high
as the waves that have paralyzed your friends,
who have hit the deck and now lie prone
on the sodden wood, dumb as stone
and waiting for what surely is the end,
so low in the boat I can’t even see them.
You alone are all might, pure motion
in the shape of a god, this small ocean
no match for your infinite love—for them,
for the sky, for the sea. And, yes, even for me.
The Thief
Jesus … turned around in the crowd and said ‘Who touched my garments?’
—Mark 5:31
Encounter Chapel, Magdala
When she touched him she stole his fire,
woman Prometheus who wouldn’t take
No for an answer. She was bold
and full of blood, despised creature
who crept along the edges of
the swollen crowd, when she spied gold,
bore her broken body to the sun
center of the Lord’s pulsing love.
Call it a miracle it took two to make.
Call it a Reverse Midas Moment.
But tell it true and tell it blunt.
Her sudden bout of faith. Her long torment.
Her taking what her old god would not give.
Long after his dying she would live.
The Mount of Olives
And the Scribes & Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery.
—John 8:3
I know this much. She didn’t speak.
Women are never believed when they do.
She stood up to be judged. Didn’t seek
mercy from those men. She knew they’d kill her, do
what they wanted to do or not. Depending on one man
they wanted to snare in their net
webbed and woven of half-true lies.
Deciding who lives and who dies
blood sport to them, but not Him.
He bent down and wrote in the sand
their names and beside them each one’s sins,
each daily failing, each man’s debt.
One by one the sinners left.
Ichthys at the Jordan
The West Bank, Palestine
We waded into those easy waters
like children in search of a