POETRY BY THE SISTERS OF ELDRIDGE CARMEL
Come in, rest a while, invites an autumn woods. I go,delighted with the new openness of leaf-bare trees, intoxicated with memory-evoking aromas.
Come, compost the year's experiences, be still, let go, let be, whispers the woods.
Watching endless leaf-journeys to common ground, I think perhaps our lives are like the leaves--
come forth spring green,
blaze with autumn glory,
Sister Lynne Therese, OCD
She Prays Within Me
A little French girl with a spirit as big as Iowa's Heartland catches my spirit, and, this is how we pray:
As writing on the heart, As lines upon the face, As first tear upon the brim And ruby in the locket, So are You to me, God of my life. As hunger in the heart, As Way to life's little, As light in the lantern And wide open country to one small step, So are You to me, God of my life.
As faith in the bleating of midnight, As breath in last hour, As forever to passing second And all the world to one small corner, So are You to me, God of my life.
As fire in the heart of mission, As warm embrace to the surrendered, As hidden rejoicing in struggle And Gracious All to whimsical choosing, So are You to me, God of my life.
One hundred years ago, Love could no longer wait.
Now, she moves among us, smoothing out the rough, breaking impasses, surprising in secret, smiling impishly, making roses out of most unusual things.
Darkness To Light
Sister Helen of Divine Intimacy, OCD
O Lord of all Autumns,
colors of dying
on the hills of my spirit.
Give me the leaf-grace to let go,
Sister Lynne Therese of the Resurrection, OCD
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