Solomon
a poem enclosed in a letter from Sister Mary Agnes
I have prayed that the present may
not pass
until I use it
I have craved for expression
before I lose it
with my body shared the sun
a harvest
risen, flowered, matured and faded
Has any heard
the gesture of my pleading
did any heed my anguish as I
traced
rapid courses spilling through
cupped hands
in offering raised;
felt the summer burning in my
marrow
gradually chill
until
the hollow in my bones was glazed
with frost?
until
days dropped in monotony
dark, twisted leaves to weigh the
winter night
brooding, like Solomon
his vain soliloquies.
Sr.
Mary Agnes
(Pamela Chalkley)
copyright © Dick Russell
2018
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