Black cloth

Black cloth

Red broth, steaming soup, vegetables just picked, now my lunch; I slurp life in. Phone rings Sister Laura on the line, “Sister Rita is dying. I’ll put the phone to her ear. Say what you’d like. She can’t talk, won’t respond. Say your good-bye.” A pause. My lungs expand, mind races, I search my heart…

Credo

Credo

Credo by Sister Sarah Hennessey i believe in a place (or time) where God’s love flows free i believe our reason on earth is to let God’s love flow like hot lava rushing through our crusts i believe in Christ as light and fire inside my ribcage i believe in creation’s perfect song already complete…

Compass

Compass

Compass by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey             I’d like a compass with you to the north and my sister to the west.   I’d keep it in my pocket and take it out when I can’t remember the skin  I’m in or the rhythm of my song.   To…