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POETRY
The Color of Gabriels Wings
I see a myriad of angels, festive all, with
wings unfurled, each one distinct in brightness
--Dante,
Paradiso, canto 31
only one angel here distinctly
bright, in Fra Angelicos
Annunciation,
Gabriel the messenger, come
for acquiescence, of the young woman deep in thought --
how still
she sits, demurely drab in olive mantle, all secrets secure and
tethered, hands at rest, nesting in her lap, how
enrapt, praying perhaps, or planning the evening meal, or savoring
with artists eye the slant of spring light upon the tiled
floor
Gabriel the festive, come to shatter the sweet ordinary in
haloed golden ringlets and satin gown of flamingo pink, his fan of wings
unfurled in span enough to shade two rolling fields with stream
between, feathers shingled upon feathers in divinely ordered riot of
scarlet and turquoise, gold, and palest silvery beige, bordered in a
symmetry of little eyes --
with steady eye she appraises the
resplendent alien flowing with molten beauty and knows he is not from
the village
Gabriel the diplomat, come talking smooth to present
the case, quivering his wings like a Painted Lady intent upon her
thistle, as he asks, politely, as if he came to borrow a
book, May we have the rest of your life --
she answers
swift, the unequivocal Yes! of the poet who would
magnify her Lord, pleased that her passion mirrors the wild
magnificence of the emissarys wings
-- Ethel Pochocki Brooks, Maine
Something Grows Green
Something grows green In all the young leaves
and In all the grass and in the sprouting seedlings -- Everywhere
--
It explodes
this something -- Bursting into
fireworks Of yellow, pink, purple and white All over the trees, the
bushes and plants --
Something grows green in me -- too -- New --
fresh -- expanding -- Promising -- more than I can imagine! Is the bud
frightened, I wonder -- To feel itself, splitting open -- into pinky
white?
Can it ever know -- ahead of time -- That the tiny hard fruit
within its flower Will become an apple, with seeds that sprout And grow
into trees -- with exploding blossoms
And that the rupture --
was worth the pain?
Something grows green in me -- too
-- Ex-pan-ding --
-- Inge Hardison New York
Night
Sandwiched between flannel sheets All parts of body
equally held Muscles relax
Unknowingly I slip into the theater of
the deep Events, people, places kaleidoscope through the night
I
awaken entwined mystified wiser
-- Sr. Rosemary Schmid, S.C. Cincinnati
For Us All
I couldnt figure out How to avoid war, So I
did the dishes.
I couldnt fathom How to convert a terrorist to
peace, So I took out the trash.
I couldnt imagine The depths
of a victims suffering, So I prayed
For the
victims, For the terrorists, For peace, For us all.
-- Mary Hogan Raleigh, N.C.
The Right Reverend Stranger
If I believe Who I receive at aisles
end is both my Saviour and my friend then Ill treat the
stranger in the street as I do the priest who hands the
Eucharist to me.
-- Tom Furlong Denville, N.J.
Lent 2003
What I need this Lent, God, is a new heart:
disarmed, defenseless unable to reject anyone;
split wide
letting in those who need me in their search,
who will find
You only if I have room for them.
-- Sr. Eileen Haugh, OSF Eyota, Minn.
For All AIDS Workers
I reached into the fire this morning only noticing
later the burn paining the fingers I used to adjust a log to force the
blaze.
I thought of Damien, the leper priest scalding his feet and
not feeling the pain, but knowing the meaning of what he saw:
To
continue walking through the fire burning his soles as never before
serving those hed chosen to live among.
-- Judith Robbins Whitefield, Main
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National Catholic Reporter, March 28,
2003
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