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The Presentation
The couple looked so ordinary
with their boy and
turtle doves
Bent, old Anna hobbled
over at Simeon’s nod.
That had been their pact.
Years of waiting blurted
out and split the silence.
Joseph’s arm felt the tremble
of her flesh as Simeon
spoke about their boy.
And the turtle doves made a noise.
Jacinta Peters, CSM Nov. ‘99
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My thoughts about the Presentation in the temple Anna and Simeon had made a deal that whoever saw the Messiah first would signal to the other. Mary and Joseph with their boy were so ordinary as they arrived. Even the turtle doves made a noise to announce the Messiah.
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Mary from Magdela
The market place was busy that
day, and the seller of perfumes
hustled her on.
A man on the side-lines caught
her eye...
The splash of perfume, somehow,
didn’t smell as nice,
and the gold in her dress
didn’t shimmer the red
of her hair..
And the money wasn’t counted
that night.
And the seller of perfumes
missed her.
Jacinta Peters, CSM
Retreat at Bethany
October ‘99
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This is how I see the Conversion of Mary of MagdelaI like to see it as I know the working of Jesus in my own life, easy and gentle amid the ordinary. As soon as Mary saw Jesus, she lost interest in her life of sin. The things that mattered to her no longer mattered. She began immediately to change as if things were falling away from her.
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Love
What is love? A joy?
Yes, love is a joy.
But love is much more, much more.
It is a commitment.
I can have other emotions,
and still run free.
But once I love, the beloved
is a part of me.
Maybe it is unfair,
perhaps slightly unwise
to try to clothe in poetry,
Or prose or any other guise
that age old story.
Love! Maybe it is strange,
Yet it is true.
Since I met Jesus
I can freely say,
I love you.
By Sister Patricia Kelly
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Winter Ballet
Silently majestically floating,
Like some Fairy Bride
Each snowflake alighted
Upon the Var tree.
Deftly they arranged
Their sparkling lace atop
The one that came before
So gently they tiptoed down
That not one star was displaced
Upon her Bridal Crown.
The beauty of the starlit night
Defied the piercing cold.
The world enrapt in silent awe
Just scarcely breathed
Lest it shatter the ballet
of sparkling snowflakes
Alighting from above.
My soul was enraptured
By the Eternal
Melody of Love.
By Sr. Patricia Kelly
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