Tag: nun
member name: Terry Collett
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November 02, 2007 07:08 AM EDT --
Sister Scholastica sipped the wine from the glass on the refectory table. Tongue tipped; felt the juice; remembered past and time; the taste rinsed down. Held the glass; peered at the distorted images; . . .
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April 25, 2007 02:21 AM EDT --
“I love the birds and the song of birds,” said Sister Blaise. “I hear the voice of my bridegroom when they sing; in the flapping of their wings; when they peck at my hands I feel his presence. The cloister . . .
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March 02, 2008 06:19 AM EST --
As the nun descended
The stairs to the cloister,
Fingering her black wood
Rosary given by
Her mother, sensing the
Cold stone beneath her feet,
The hard brick of the walls,
She mused on . . .
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December 11, 2009 07:20 AM EST --
Sister Augustine could still hear Father Woodworth's homily in her ears as she walked steadily along the cloister towards the refectory after Mass. It had been better than his usual half-hour long . . .
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March 25, 2009 08:36 AM EDT --
Sister Joan stood by the window, looked out at the cloister. Empty. No one there. A few leaves flittered over the grass of the cloister garth. A few birds flew from the mulberry tree. The sun . . .
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December 03, 2009 08:42 AM EST --
“My baby brother died on Easter Day,” said Sister Elizabeth, “his arms outstretched stiff in his cot like some miniature Christ. My mother found him and it broke her heart; she clutched . . .
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December 08, 2009 02:22 PM EST --
“I squeeze the rosary tight in the palm of my hand to sense the pain of Christ in my flesh, His blood mingles with mine. The beads are swollen with prayers; the fingered wood; the sweaty palms . . .
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May 31, 2008 05:45 AM EDT --
Sister Sandra,
Sitting in the cool
Refectory, gazed
Up at the stained glass
Windows, at the bright
Sunlight piercing the
Colours and shapes, at
The glint of red,
Yellow, green, and blue, . . .
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May 09, 2009 12:52 PM EDT --
It was just as well
Sister Agnes never saw
The schoolgirls kissing
In the dim lit corridor
A few feet away,
It may well have brought
On an asthma spasm
Or worst still
A heart . . .
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April 11, 2008 02:37 PM EDT --
After the bell rang,
The long walk in the
Cloister; the flowers
By the wall; the bright
Sunlight making dark
Patterns on the grass;
The birdsong nearby;
Old Sister Bridget
. . .
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April 16, 2008 04:13 AM EDT --
There was faith in
The moving of
The ebony
Wooden beads of
The rosary
Between finger
And thumb; the feel
There; the smoothness
From years of touch
And feel; the prayers,
The messages . . .
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May 02, 2008 10:05 AM EDT --
Ring the Angelus
Bell Sister Lucy,
Feel the rope's rough pull
Between the soft skin
Of your praying hands.
Smell deep the incense
Left over from mass,
When Father Joseph
With arthritic . . .
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May 06, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
It was the old nun,
Sister John Jiggins,
Who'd come to her room
That night at the old
Guesthouse, to talk to
Her about the life
Of contemplative
Nuns, the ancient Rule
Of the Order, . . .
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May 29, 2008 02:46 AM EDT --
Sister Elizabeth
And six other nuns were
Standing huddled in front
Of a wild blazing log
Fire in the common
Room, warming their frozen
Hands and chilled bodies from
The February frost . . .
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June 07, 2008 04:07 AM EDT --
Sister Clara
Walked the cloister,
Gazed at the garth,
Suppressed a laugh,
Placed her small hand
Over her mouth,
Looked about her,
Something had brought
A memory,
The way sunlight . . .
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March 09, 2009 04:04 AM EDT --
The bell from the cloister rang. Echoed around and settled upon nun in bed cosy in blanket against morning's cold and frost. Stirred. Head raised. Eyes peered into the dawn's light, sighed, shivered, . . .
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March 10, 2009 03:44 AM EDT --
Light from window in the refectory touched the eyes of the nun standing by the table. Memories touched. Opened like a box of tricks. Not knowing is the trouble, not knowing. Stood still. Hands clutched . . .
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March 14, 2009 04:54 PM EDT --
Il dio è il miei testimone e guida, Sister Maria, the refectorian, had said, Sister Teresa remembered walking passed the refectory, touching the wall with her fingers. God is my witness and guide, she . . .
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March 15, 2009 03:46 AM EDT --
Afternoon sun touched the cloister garth. The office of None had just completed. Sister Teresa walked slowly down the cloister from the church, letting her failing eyesight search for the opening to the . . .
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September 07, 2009 02:03 PM EDT --
And there, as you came by the pillar, Was the nun praying, not softly like One deep in thoughtful communication, But tearful, as if whatever sin had Tormented her, laid her low on knees
And joined . . .
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