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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Lenten Musings: The Third Sunday in Lent, 2009

Wind blows in billows
around vast thrones
of limestone,
etching patterns
into a surface that
seems impervious,
impenetrable;
yet, over eons
hollows form, then caves and
arches,
and the rock echoes
in silence.

Rain falls in ribbons
upon vast thrones
of limestone,
infiltrating
infinitesimal
pores between
molecules of the
rock, emerges
years and yards
below
and the rock weeps
in loveliness.


 
Spirit pours invisible
around vast thrones
of limestone,
emanating
from bare essence
of earth, skeletal
universe set out for those
with inner eyes to see
what God has wrought in
desert,
and the rock shouts
in exultation.

A poem by Sr. Sue, SSJD
The Third Sunday in Lent - 15 March, 2009

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Lenten Musings: The Second Sunday in Lent, 2009



Once I lived
in a world of
rock,
bed-rock,
solid rock.
Blocks of rock
formed the borders
of my world,
square rocks,
round rocks,
rough rocks,
smooth rocks.
Domes of rock and thrones of rock,
limestone, sandstone,
granite and basalt -
rocks formed
the centre
of my world -
centre, edges, all around
was rock,
bed-rock, solid rock, trusty rock:
you can depend on rock.
It's good stuff!


Once I lived
in a world of
green -
of green and
brown and
flowery hues.
Grasses and bushes filled my world,
reeds and flowers,
and tall leafed
trees,
lavender spikes
bright red sprouts;
deep rich
soil with
worms and mites;
lush green life
set firmly
on earth,
growing, dying
decaying, nurturing,
cycle of life,
set firm
in the deep
bed-rock.
You can trust in
green!
It's good stuff!


Now I live
in a world of
sand,
trickling sand,
blowing sand,
rocks eroded,
blocks all gone.
Sandstone crumbles
at a touch,
granite shatters
at a glance,
limestone leaches,
basalt breaks
and all that
is left is
blowing sand.
Plants cannot grow
on blowing sand;
I cannot stand
on blowing sand.
All that is solid,
all that is sure,
blows in the sunset,
blows in the air;
Can you depend on sand?
Is this good stuff? 


A poem by Sr. Sue, SSJD
Footprints in the sand  photo by the Rev. Jim Doss
March 8, 2009 - The Second Sunday in Lent


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