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She leaves her water jar by Jacob’s well
And runs
Life-giving water gushing up
Through eternal springs
Baptizing her with everlasting life
Come. The Messiah sits by Jacob’s well
Come. Hear the word of the Promised One
I hear and I believe
I leave my water jar empty
And drink the saving waters
Of God’s eternal spring. (Jn. 5-24)
-Sister Kathleen Lyons, csj
Rose-glow seeps into my slow wakefulness
Soft suffusions of a dawning day
Silently
Vermillion valets of the golden sun
Prepare the world anew
For glorious rising
Night darkness gone
Time leaps expectant of the coming morn
Waiting…until
Bright-white bursts the splendour of the day
Illuminating life with light
And God’s fidelity
Bow down my soul
And greet the promised day
Love’s herald
In reverent awe give thanks
And praise!
-Sister Kathleen Lyons, csj
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BECOMING
a seed
remains only a seed
unless
bonding, and breaking, and bonding
it becomes,
potential,
realized
by dying,
stretching and rooting
it rises and becomes.
-Sister Patricia St. Louis, csj
Please release me, let me go
For I just don't love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Release me and let me love again
I have found a new love dear
And I will always want her near
Her lips are warm while yours are cold
Oh, release me, my darling let me go
Please release me, let me go
For I just don't love you anymore
To waste our lives would be a sin
Release me and let me love again
Let me go, oh release me, my darling
Let me go
(written by Eddie Miller and Robert Yount)
REFURBISHED for 2020:
Please release us, let us go,
For we can’t stand you anymore
To take our lives is such a waste
Release us, Corona, let us live.
We don’t like this life we live
And yearn to have our old ones back
Your bizarre antics make us sick
Oh, Corona, release us, let us live.
Please release us, let us go.
We just want to see the back of you
To take our lives is such a waste
Release us, Corona, let us live.
Let us go, oh release us, Corona,
Let us live.
- Sister Magdalena Vogt, cps
In our midst
A virus with a mace
But barely a trace
Such shocking disgrace
Sheltering in place
In this place of grace
Lost in time and space
Shrouded in a haze
On my couch I laze
Living in a daze
Through this lonely phase
Moving at slow pace
I lift my weary face
Here within this maze
Where I yearn for grace
To survive these days
When this is the case
Covid won’t deface
Nor its steps retrace
Then hands will we lace
All of us embrace
As one human race
On God we will gaze
All our voices raise
To God whom we praise
-Sr. Magdalena Vogt
