Poems
in Passing
A Collection of Poems
by Cloistered Poor Clare Nuns
from the Desert to a Blinding Light
A Gathering
Silence
There is a gathering silence
A whisper in the wind
The earth ceases too tremble at our feet
for a deeper brooding
In the deepest recess of the loss of being
That cannot un-be,
And would that it had never been.
A gathering silence
In a gathered breath of all being
Fraught with nameless expectation
Stirring in the leafless trees,
The deepest ember in a dying fire
Of all that was and which can never be
Again as once it was before.
A gathering silence in the hearts of
men
Unknowing of Who cannot be known
But cannot not now come to be
Deepest secret, hidden longing, fire!
Hearts of childrened women
trembling at this hearth
of hidden Love consuming every heart!
A gathering silence on the spangled
plain
Of earth that breasts on Heaven's face;
The silence before the bursting choir,
Breath abated under unseen wings
Stilled creation on the brink of birth
Ancient Promise binding sky and earth!
To break the sleeping scandal of the tomb
In that holy scandal of the Virgin's
womb!
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Made in God's Image
Made in God's
image?
Yes we all are.
So when people have abortions,
They've gone way too far.
They don't know who they're killing,
An angel from above
In the form of an innocent child,
As peaceful as a dove.
The baby still rests, peacefully in its mother's womb,
Not knowing it's cradle will soon be a tomb.
It won't be able to see all of the world's features,
His people, His landmarks, and all of His creatures.
It's such a horrible thing to think of,
A mother having an abortion
Killing their own creature,
They must have a mental distortion.
Made in God's image?
Yes we all are.
So when people have abortions,
They've gone way too far.
by:
Gabrielle delGatto,
age 14
December 14, 2004
St. Agnes
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Warfare in the Night
Fears
like Spears
Stabbing through the night,
wounds not closed
seep memory's dried tears
anew upon the heart.
Feeble fingers
of the mind
grope and touch
the dark ....
A band of panic
ties its knot.
Imprisoned!
Confined!
Enclosed!
Fears
like Spears
brandish and taunt
pacing through nocturnal hours
The
Footsteps of evil.
Then?
Deep within a distant breath
begins to call,
At first, it is
but a fleeting gasp
and then a trembling sigh,
"Do not be afraid, it is I"
Unexpectedly!
An invasion of peace!
followed, quickly
by sleep's sweet release,
Battle is done.
And
with the waking morn ?
Laid as by an invisible hand
across the gently
heaving breast
The pure white sword
of
The Spirit!
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A Cloistered Poor
Clare Colettine Nun
SOLILOQUY
Soul: "As I approach
the royal throne of the table of Gods Word I heard a voice issue forth
from where I do not know"
God:
"Come, be in communion with Me".
Soul: "Was it from without that the voice had come or was it from
deep within me".
God: "
I will nourish thee and set thee free".
Soul: "Both fear and joy welled up within me, and moved me
forward and I saw the white circle of unleavened bread held high before
me, and I heard the words ' I love thee . Then with faith I saw before
me God and man upon the Cross, victim and yet priest, I saw a total
surrender of a man to another being, a total union of wills, the
complete embrace of the two wills was before me, the two persons had
become one with the Spirit and neither moved or breathed without the
other. Then I heard the voice once more"
God:
"Come".
Soul: " I began to shrink back . But the voice continued".
God:
"Fear not, I have paid the price for thee, I have made peace between
thee and Me, come! I have purchased the eternal reward for thee, the
vision of God for all eternity".
Soul: "And as I gazed upon that love that was before me, which no
human eye can see I fell down and adored and saw that this love was
offered to me. Rising slowly I opened myself completely and took the
precious gift that is within me and murmured, here take it, it is my
will, I give it freely"
God:
"And in exchange".
Soul: "God began"
God: " I say
to thee my precious one, My bride, My gem, come. take and eat, it is My
Body"
Soul: " I took it and I eat it without fear"
God: "
Take and drink, it is My Blood, poured out for thee".
Soul: "I took and drank".
God: "Wilt
thou go and do likewise for Me?"
A Cloistered Poor Clare
Colettine Nun
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