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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

Autobiography of a Creature from Deep Heaven

I was the spark

who lit the face of God

when he flicked his rod

…

Failed Species?

For twenty million years or more

This planet fed the Dinosaur.

It makes you sit…

“Trilogy”

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,