Saturday, September 28, 2019

FROM A WOMAN’S LIFE


FROM A WOMAN’S LIFE

What Mary knew was just
enough for the usual day:
pull water, flint fire, bake
bread, smile, pray

The dark orations, sleep, wake,
wait.  When pain honed a nerve,
when birth or dying clotted
an hour, she leaned to the curve

of living, resilient to fear,
laughter, suffering.
Partings are a little death.
Each one’s journey is a thing

wholly without precedent.
She looked at the sky
for compass.  None.  She, too,
created a road to travel by.

Sister Maura SSND
Sign.  May 1982
Used with permission

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