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Pietà

A POEM

By Sister Claude of Jesus, SNJM | November 1983

“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”

— Willa Cather

….I know but one thing

You grew

And grew

Standing forth

Tall…taut

Pain wrapped you

Beyond my heart’s fullness

You are lying across

My lap

I who gave you birth

Now cradle you

In the motherness

Of me

Solomon Serves

“Blessed are the eyes which see the things that you see: for I tell you,…

The Hidden Years

A workman asked at a village door,

“Have you a bed, a chair,

A fallen…

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.