DETACHMENT

DETACHMENT

Now the niche is empty;

the torn and tangled vine

will never cling again around

the once close-covered shrine;

But, though the strands are severed,

the roots are strong and deep,

and openly or secretly

the crafty tendrils creep.

Oh, may the Tower of Ivory

draw them, every one,

twine them and train them

and turn them to The Sun!

Sister Moira SNC

In: Laube. 1961