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Morning Song

Morning Song

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Published by Terry Collett
A NUN AND HER MORNING BEFORE LAUDS AND LIFE AND CHRIST AND NATURE AND LIGHT
A NUN AND HER MORNING BEFORE LAUDS AND LIFE AND CHRIST AND NATURE AND LIGHT

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Published by: Terry Collett on May 08, 2013
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MORNING SONG.Sister Elizabeth looksout of window. No mirror.Self unseen. Image onlyImagined. Pushes windowOutward, breathes air,morning fresh, birdsongFrom mulberry tree, oldstill there. The cloisterBelow, the red brick, arches,Walls, no nun in sight.At Matins eyes hard tokeep open, stifled yawns,Chanted from memory, LatinWords on page a dull blur.Wonder how father is?Aged now, pains most days.She sniffs the air, breathesin, tastes fresh air on tongue.She places a hand behindthe pane of glass of window.Her refection seen there.Sin of sin. Vanity of vanities.She looks at her refection.Seen. Takes her hand away.Makes sign of the cross.Bell tolls. Bell tower across
 
the way. Who rings? WhichSister? Lauds soon. ChantsAnd prayers. She fingers hercowl, brushes nose, eyelids.She looks away from window.Cell tidy. Books put in shelves.Crucifix on wall above bed.Wooden and aged. PlasterChrist, pinned by small nailsthrough hands. Mother boughtHer her first rosary. White, small,silver cross and Christ. Mothertaught to say rosary. Word forWord. Mother cancer eaten.Prayers offered. She moves tothe door, goes out. PassagewayClear. None is there. She closesher cell door. Puts hands awayIn her black habit. Walks, muses,Silent prayers. Down the stairs,as taught, slow but careful, notto rush, no running. Into theCloister, morning sunlight touchescloister wall and floor. Flowersin flower bed by cloister wall,Well tended, watered. FingersRosary, thumb over the body

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