Archives - September 2021
Breaking Point
September 26, 2021
Frenzied to a churning
gray-green boil
you always find some
massive rock to beat against
or some stretched shore
lying ready
-like a mammoth sponge-
To soak up your spill.
I draw my collar closer round
my rage, button in
my pain, and walk the long
gray streets
quietly-on crepe soles-
always careful to nod
and smile
and ask,
“How are you doing?”
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Sister Miriam Therese Putzer
To My Angel
September 12, 2021
Set me
On the path
From which I’ll run
To meet my God.
Guide me
Lest in fear
I lose my way
Whisper
“He’s been waiting
With open loving arms.
Now is not the time
To run away."
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Sister Miriam Therese Putzer