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POETRY
The Lawyer and the Great Commandment -- Luke
10
The neighbors Who dont live next door But in
someone elses neighborhood Are your neighbors, Jesus says. And
their neighbors With mosques and minarets Reflected in dark eyes, Each
gush of hair constrained Beneath veil or turban, Who too pray and
bow, Worship and give thanks, They are your neighbors as well. And now
these neighbors pray That Allah may shield them from you And from your
Christian country And you pray for safety For your bombers.
-- Sr. Patricia Schnapp, RSM Adrian, Mich.
Serenity (after a session of
chemotherapy)
Beyond the window there three trees -- two maples and
a fir, a patch of grass, a honeysuckle bush not yet in bloom.
They are doing their great work: anchoring the earth and breathing in
and out to give a great gift to the air.
In here I share the silence
that is theirs. I light a pure white candle and let it, too,
proceed to do its work: to shine in silence, gather peace for me in
its soft radiance from all four corners of the room.
I make a cup of
tea and break a wondrous scone a friend has made.
In silence, too,
I have my work to do. Breath in, breathe out, ask blessings on my
bodys earth, and ask for grace to give my own gift back to the
holy air.
-- Sr. Eileen Lomasney, CSJ Ballston Lake, N.Y.
The Con For your names sake, O Lord, save
me -- Psalm 143:11
My days are few in number, full of trouble and
sin.
I have smudged my single copybook, the erasures all show
through.
When I decorously cover the deletions with fig leaves, they
wilt.
If you count all iniquities, Lord, who will stand?
Must
you really insist on your plan A?
Already I have set out on my
plan B.
Adjust to my facts, wink, and let me in.
I could give
a thousand sterling reasons why you should,
all of them shabby and
shopworn. A weary God might consider.
But think not of me. For
your sake, save me.
-- Fr. Kilian McDonnell Collegeville, Minn.
Gonna be like
Heaven gonna smell like sweet-olive, friend; Gonna
have galleries for sitting breezes for cooling singing to joy-up the
choir of souls swinging a coming-home dance; flowers gonna jump
into bouquets of beauty branches gonna clap their leaves for the
God-feel in the air; sleep gonna be deep dreams of no more hurt no
pain but the release of joy sighs at the taste of salt rivers
flowing into the ocean of arms-open wide-love.
-- Sr. Kimberly M. King, RSCJ Grand Coteau, La.
The Prayer of Impertinence
Do not bother me. The door has already been
locked. -- Luke 11:7
The sun had gone down the sky is black the children
are in bed and this joker down the block pounds on the door.
A
friend, traveling at night to avoid the heat of day has arrived at
midnight. His cupboard is bare.
I stumble on the gall of
impertinent neighbors, who tempt me to reach for two cobras, three
scorpions, like Judas in the night.
No bread is baked till
dawn, he pleads, please, three loaves I ask to feed my
tardy friend.
I am put upon, hounded by raids on my
organized buttery by every mangy, mannerless beggar.
No, I cannot
disturb the house at this hour. You want me to clatter down the
stairs, rumble among the tins.
(If I concede
now theyll think of me as a depot, a Safeway open 24
hours; theyll ask on whim.)
But the booming goes on like
symphonic tympanies in the 1812 Overture, rattling the
wallboards. Has Armageddon come?
In a varicose sort of way I
fumble in the dark toward that shameless, cheeky bum assaulting my
portal.
Fort Knox could not buy that bread, wild horses could not
tear those loaves from me. Im not just anybody. Ive got
principles.
But I need my rest. A crumb for peace.
-- Fr. Kilian McDonnell Collegeville, Minn.
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National Catholic Reporter, May 24,
2002
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