NOW AND THEN.

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A NUN AND HER MORNING.

Submitted: February 04, 2010

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Now and at the hour
Of our death, she said
Concluding the prayer.

There was a sharp biting
Chill in the 5am air; a smell
Of morningness; sound of

Birdcall and song; a feel
Of frost upon the flesh. It
Reminded Sister Bridget

Of home on the farm, of
Her getting up from the
Warm bed to help milk

The cows, as light barely
Raised itself through night’s
Dark shroud, her father’s

Voice echoing across the yard,
Leaving a sour taste in her
Mouth where the wine had

Dried the night before, when
Danny had departed with
Kiss and hug, to go to some

Man’s war. Time had swallowed
All that; moved on to a different
Age; Danny never came back;

Her father’s mind lost track of
Time and space and hid itself
Behind an old man’s face; and

She stepping into the cloister
For Morning Prayer and praise,
Packed away the memories,

Rubbed her rosary with aging
Thumb, caught the cold air in
Lungs and traffic’s distant hum.


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