Macarius and the pony

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People in a village

At the desert's edge

Had a daughter

Who was changed (they thought)

By magic arts

Into a pony.

At first they berated her

"Why do you have to be a horse?"

She could think of no reply.

So they led her out with a halter 

Into the hot waste land

Where there was a saint

Called Macarius

Living in a cell.

"Father" they said

"This young mare here

Is, or was, our daughter.

Enemies, wicked men,

Magicians, have made her

The animal you see.

Now by your prayers to God

Change her back

Into the girl she used to be."

"My prayers" said Macarius,

"Will change nothing,

For I see no mare.

Why do you call this good child

An animal?"

But he led her into his cell

With her parents:

There he spoke to God 

Anointing the girl with oil;

And when they saw with what love 

He placed his hand upon her head

They realized, at once.

She was no animal.

She had never changed.

She had been a girl from the beginning.

"Your own eyes

(said Macarius)

Are your enemies.

Your own crooked thoughts

(said the anchorite)

Change people around you

Into birds and animals.

Your own ill-will

(said the clear-eyed one)

Peoples the world with specters."

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~ Thomas Merton

from  The Collected Poems

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