This is a poem I wrote and published here last year, on the feast of St. Clare:
pregnant with poverty
she stands up boldly
holding Truth
with “always” piercing her lips
the pure Truth-Light
shields and embraces
her back
covered with brown like earth
she beckons
community to
the table
breaking open Bread
of union
and dialogue with difference
the lesson she teaches
challenges and encourages
us today
we can still seek
to understand
the power
the privilege of poverty
— S. Julia Walsh, FSPA 8/11/10
Have a blessed feast day everyone!!
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