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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
Image: Unsplash/Jakob Owens
Like the dawn you come
my God
silently
nudging my fogginess awake
into consciousness
again
like the dawn you come.
Like the dawn you come
my God
slowly
painting my inner landscape
with colour
brushing away the dark
again
like the dawn you come.
Image: Unsplash/Hide Obara
Like the dawn you come
my God
faithfully
calling my wayward heart
home to you
again
like the dawn you come.
Like the dawn you come
my God
gently
opening the curtains of my soul
to new day’s light
again
like the dawn you come.
Image: Unsplash/Simon Wilkes
Like the dawn you come
my God
surely
gracing me to know
your Presence
again
once again
my God
Like the dawn you come.
-Sister Kathleen Lyons, csj
Image: Unsplash/JeremyBishop
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
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]
