Saint Therese

Saint Therese opened a door
And stepped into a world
Where vanity is draped in black
And hours retreat unheard
Where humility is all the rage
And a soul too small to dodge
Aches to caress the Eucharist –
On forbidden ground she trods –
Braid her hair with edelweiss
A life marked twice by sacrifice



She is yar
Without a mast
Without a sail
No one can surpass her

Accouterments are out of style
Attire is a statement
The vestment of a thousand years
Shrouds the seeds of discontentment

The tunic is essential
Yet strangles and confines
The veil I have no need for
A vestige of patriarchal times

Servility is habit forming
Simplicity – the paradigm
How much is lost, how much is won
When I uncover and learn to climb

Fool’s Gold

She is the sun, she is the moon
She is the pawn, Pandora
The stars reflect her radiance
She directs the rain and thunder

Redemption courses through her blood
The crow is her protector
The blackbird and the raven
Spiral round her golden scepter

Who would be her lover?
She cradles her tattered heart in the night
All, yet none, will call her mother
Her sorrow is her heart’s delight

Her true love did relinquish her –
A gesture to her eternal maidenhood
Though she is strong and tall and bold
There she remains – his fool’s gold

She is

She is the one who bakes the bread
Pours the wine
Cleans the wound
Essential as fresh water
One day she will
Stand at the altar

She is the first miracle
The bearer of Good News
The source of every parable
She chooses to stand aside
Not for lack of sheer mobility
But in perfect, austere humility

She chooses when she will appear
To whom
And what she will relay
She opens the window
When she is so inclined
Acquitting each soul gone astray

While I Am discloses in flames
She is what her title proclaims
Not the follower, but the guide
Second to none
The Mother of God