Cucumbers picked daily multiply.They become pickles--sweet and dill--when canned.
Peaches come in by the basketsful.
They become jam, peaches on ice cream, cereal or peach cobbler.
The raised garden shows off its giant sunflowers.
They look down on the vine-covered fence.
Flowers and vegetables thirst for rain.
The sun sears with heat.
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| Sr. Cathy in front of the garden . |
Branches fall but life revives.
A special oblate dies.
Do those who mourn realize their loss?
Politicians rant and rave.
Who will save?
Guns and suicide bombs kill and maim.
Who will save?
Compassion and mercy are Pope Francis' plea.
Who will listen? Who will act?
Summer days grow short.
Will the night bring peace?
Will the morning bring new life?
Sr. Kathleen Ryan, OSB
Beautiful... something to pray about daily the dying world and being thankful!
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Thank You.
thank you for the wonderful poem, the sunflowers what a magnificent flower, a Corpus Christi parade in Spain. Is there a misprint above on the word "main"? Pope Francis gives a great gift in putting all that information on the Vatican website, there is so much to learn. Let us pray for new initiatives leading to new bridges, let us bring those who were outside and far away, closer to our hearts and build up trust with them, and learn about them as well, God bless and thank you
ReplyDeleteSister's enlightened poetry brings me to gratitude. our world is full of beauty and suffering. compassion and mercy is our plea.
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