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CISTERN

A Cistern (thoughts at a lay Cistercian meeting) We are sitting around coffee and sweet cakes and fruits. Treats both foreign and local . We drink and nibble and we stare. We are instructed to stare . We are not staring at one another. We are to find Christ, then find He ” dwells among… Continue reading CISTERN

Co passion

. “You also, BE PATIENT AND ESTABLISH YOUR HEARTS , for the coming of the Lord is at hand.”‭‭James‬ ‭5:8‬ ‭ Oh , Patient one, you wrestle with your skin You call me to help, I ask “Can I comfort him?” Seventy times, or maybe only seven , he calls for turn and tuck I… Continue reading Co passion

The Glory and the Madman Part 4 The Glory ,Amen

‘“There never was a greater event and on account of it, all who are born after us belong to a higher history than any history so far!” ….Here the madman fell silent and looked again at his listeners; and they, too, were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern… Continue reading The Glory and the Madman Part 4 The Glory ,Amen

Caught

Meditatio 4 th Sunday in Lent I Sister , our sister, sand grains are in your eyes you are caught now in adulterous ties. They take your tricks for trickery, All for their disguise . They are Judas for change ! But You are Harlot for booking! Behold Your true Love , was there Then… Continue reading Caught

Down from the Tree

Dear Father , I still can’t see very well. And again today I hear a lot about you as they say you are” here with us. “. And they speak about what it means when you are “here with us.” They speak of what you do and what you say and where you move. But… Continue reading Down from the Tree

i wanna see

Dear Father, I do not write to you often. I am here and you are there . I have yet to write a jot compared to all that you have written to me on paper and heart. But I begin. I begin to tell you what I am doing and thinking and well…….today feeling ,… Continue reading i wanna see

Jail bird

A shadow drapes across the tempered glass Condemning the caught of each trespass. These wounded birds who rest in cages. Little and large , ones of all ages. With Fragile legs beneath broken wings. lame limp from pleas and pleadings… And flight and fights and vain imaginings. These birds ,these night birds, rest in cages.… Continue reading Jail bird

Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer

A meditation on day 5 as a COVID nurse in quarantine The toothpaste could be mortar The coffee grounds could be dirt the porridge in my bowel could be crumbled fall leaves The water could be vodka I would never know . But that you told me to taste and see it is good and… Continue reading Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer

Retreat COVID Day 4 Smell

A meditation from Day 4 as COVID nurse in quarantine Smell .. The rose from a friend sits by the bed. He called it the “rose of Sharon. ” But it is not , it is a long stemmed red rose with thorns. It is beautiful But I cannot smell it. Is it a rose… Continue reading Retreat COVID Day 4 Smell

Retreat COVID Day 3 Empathy

I see them . no damn Einfuhlung ! I feel them .. I feel all of them , lined up over the year. All those patients who I bent over like a cook over a pot. “Oh dear you feel so hot, can you smell this/ can you taste this ? No worries my dear.. this… Continue reading Retreat COVID Day 3 Empathy