She came as a gift one winter She for whom I prayed When I was young Forty years of seeking Waiting Then there She sat in a church On a wet January evening When the cold dark was deep And all pervading We didn’t speak at first Her solitude I respected Her prayer And She respected mine But in that silence we became Part of each other's Earthen essence Resounding Straining our ears Stretching our souls Heavenwards Her eyes ablaze The unspeakable beauty That was in Her The liveliness of God She kissed my lips for Christmas And on my birthday She collapsed into the silence That would never speak again Released How she would burst out laughing And all the prayer she offered And all the suffering she bore Carried her Home to Her heart's desire The love that she has yearned for That only God can give in the end _______________________________________________________________________________ THE SOLITARY LIFE OF A SINGLE WOMAN
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In the past I have identified with the stone jars of Cana but this time I feel them, feel that I am one of them – stone dry and empty. For weeks now I have been flat. Mostly because of Eugene, his sickness and death. Him, and the fact that he is the second one of us to die in the space of ten months.
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