Venerable Margaret Sinclair:

Sister Mary Francis of the Five Wounds

Margaret Sinclair:
Sister Mary Francis of the Five Wounds
 

November 24th

Anniversary of Sister Mary Francis of the Five Wounds - Margaret Sinclair
 

Margaret’s Song

Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle

Sister of the sparrows by the Edin Rock
cleaner than the winds from burn and loch.
Margaret you gave others hope and strength and space,
in simplicity of faith.

Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle

Through the reek of chimneys, from the heart of pain,
Running down the cobbles in the rain
You can see the blood that made the world again
And the love that made it new.

Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle

Flowing through the banks of life, from death to birth,
Time, that changes all things on earth,
like a river takes you out of love to love;
only God can be enough.


Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle

Daughter of St Clare with poverty your psalm,
beggar with a basket on your arm,
welcoming to all, you walk the extra mile
with your well remembered smile.

Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle

Born anew and dying you are smiling still
even those who nurse you feel God's will
hearing you say; Yes, it will be worth it all
if I only gain one soul.


Flower in the crevice of a broken wall;
petals drop and new seeds fall
answering the silence of a voiceless call
and the scent of hidden myrtle.
 

Poem by a Cloistered Poor Clare Colettine Nun
Ty Mam Duw Monastery, Hawarden, Wales

   Printable PDF Version