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POETRY
On Viewing the Madonna of the Rosary By
Tiepolo
Tiepolos red Virgin strides out into the
milling crowd at the Metropolitan Museum.
A cherub holds back
her veil as she breaks through a curtain of heavy brocade.
Her
hip is thrust away from the hapless Child who on a cloud
suspended looks over to her upraised hand where from sparkling
beads dangles a toy like a tiny cross.
O Mother powerful
bearer of blood, shed in birth, harvested in death, you press
forward with sanded foot inviting us to dance.
-- Pamela Kirk Rappaport Arlington, Va.
Pentecost
In the upper room Pentecostal wind swirled like a
tornado of grace and fiery tongues burned language into stutterers.
O Spirit, stir our passion again! Light wildfires and spin them
past our tame intentions.
Huff and puff till you blow down the
shutters we hide in, scarred by earlier zests, more cowardly and
cynical than once upon a time
when we inhaled your fire and gulped
your windstorms like tap water and laughed at those who counseled
caution.
-- Sr. Patricia Schnapp, RSM Adrian, Mich.
Dancing with Cranes
There is no tenderness in their courtship, Scrabbling
for footing on snowed stubblefields: Their gawky leaps of the ungainly
legs, The gawky wings hitched upward in a species- Specific code of
amorousness with no chosen Love-match as object, all the scattered
love- Objects indifferently probing stubble for food. With fall of
evening, the ruby-crowned heads Leave off dancing, the food-gathering, the
florid Exercise of genetic drills, fly over us Following the patterns of
water to nights Methodical patterns of rest, before resuming
Tomorrows dance. Entranced on the bridges Viewpoint for
watching how cranes meet, mate, Eat, repose: Our hands find each
others For the long walk back along country roads, Winged-walking
in trances of tenderness Dancing our own courtships genetic
codes.
-- Nancy G. Westerfield Kearney, Neb.
Who holds us together?
A sacred tradition has it that at all times and all
ages there exists a minimum of ten souls,
scattered and unknown
even to one another, who with their hungers and thirsts, their
prayers and deeds, hold the world together,
ever gluing back our
family shards, redoing our undoings, our killings, redeeming our
failures to stand under one another.
To know such a one is almost
enough.
-- Tom Keene San Antonio
Prayer For a Once and Future
Planet
For every gods-child: sun on a bright
day clear water on the mountain and sleep in a sheltering
place
-- Anne Heutte Washington
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National Catholic Reporter, September 14,
2001
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