POETRY*

For Sister Pauline Fitz-Walter All speaking needs this meaning, God is love: To breathe this sentence into breaths of life Through all conjunctions – to the heart of strife, Perfects believing, or attracts the Dove. The words are twigs of olive, topping the grove, Angelic fingers that prevent the knife; Or blood, the secret where the bride’s a wife; They’re water burning red in grace above. God is, but hangs upon our utterance, We burgeon or we wither as we speak, Cr…

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