Poem: Eastern Point Retreat House

This is a place to fall in love again, those voice in the wind we've heard before;
the psalms of David shout and say,
Amen: The Spirit weeps at our October door.

This is a place where the Gloucester sea
bangs my heart like dolphins,
God dives me deep;
He bindeth me with weeds --;
soaked and salted I am cod.

O fabled, Christian fish of old,
Leviathan or minnow, great and small,
swim the troubled waters of my soul,
take my bait, be my haul,
riding down this summer bay
-- do not be the one that got away.
Leonard McCarthy, S.J.