Poetry

Original Space - A Poem

In the beginning was wholeness

and there was no beginning or end

only wholeness

and fullness of breath

which exceeded

the beginning of time.

 

Breath exceeded all measure

and was known

and was known and respected

as the one breath,

and was known

in the vast

expanse

and dark fullness

of original space.

 

This all took place

even before the formation of molecules

and in its own way

continues to this day

while holding us,

holding us at a distance

from fullest knowing

of that which is beyond time and space

the one breath

and sacredness

of original space.

 - Sister  Pat St. Louis, csj

 [Artwork and poem from Sister Pat St. Louis]

a Cree poem

With so much in our news these days related to Indigenous people, this little Cree poem brings an insightful story to our attention.  The brief, creative style, sites a challenge we all might share. A beautiful poem to share with friends!

- Sister Patricia St. Louis csj

The truth is

I have mud on my hands

from digging roots

 

The truth is

I brought them to you

 

It is the truth

I worked to get them

And complained

while digging them up

 

The truth is

Once I got back here

And saw your face

It didn’t matter,

 

that work

 

-          Cree poem.

A Poem

Mary-Win

Frail, tiny, and still,

She voices no sound

nor moves her rigid limbs.

Unseeing eyes are half-closed.

Does she hear our speech

or feel the hands of those who

turn, move, lift, or cleanse her unresisting body?

She slowly consumes food and water dispensed one spoonful at a time.

Some question the purpose of her altered state of being alive.

Does she suffer?

Is her choice, this shadowed life?

Is MaryWin simply a burden?

Yet in the glow emanating from her face, we are graced with the

glimmer of a different reality.

We glimpse beauty and truth not measured by mere human understanding.

A tree gives praise and glory to the Creator with the voice of a tree.

Mary-Win, in being Mary-Win,

voices praise to God,

and beckons us

to grasp the Love and Truth we yet cannot see.

-Sister Patricia McKeon, csj