When I feel excluded,
on the fringe,
alienated,
ignored,
I remember the mainstay of my faith :
I am loved.
No actions, words, rituals, rubrics, mandates, encyclicals
can deny me that love.
I hold fast to these words by Irene Zimmerman SSSF:
All the way to Elizabeth
and in the months afterward,
she wove him, pondering,
"this is my body, this is my blood"
Beneath the watching eyes
of donkey, ox and sheep,
she rocked him, crooning,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
In the search for her young, lost boy
and the foreboding day of his leaving,
she let him go, knowing,
"this is my body, this is my blood"
Under the blood smeared cross
she rocked his mangled bones,
re-membering him, moaning,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
When darkness, stones and tomb
bloomed to Easter morning
she ran to him shouting,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
And no one thought to tell her,
"Woman, it is not fitting
for you to say those words,
You don't resembe him."
Delight in knowing you are loved.
on the fringe,
alienated,
ignored,
I remember the mainstay of my faith :
I am loved.
No actions, words, rituals, rubrics, mandates, encyclicals
can deny me that love.
I hold fast to these words by Irene Zimmerman SSSF:
All the way to Elizabeth
and in the months afterward,
she wove him, pondering,
"this is my body, this is my blood"
Beneath the watching eyes
of donkey, ox and sheep,
she rocked him, crooning,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
In the search for her young, lost boy
and the foreboding day of his leaving,
she let him go, knowing,
"this is my body, this is my blood"
Under the blood smeared cross
she rocked his mangled bones,
re-membering him, moaning,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
When darkness, stones and tomb
bloomed to Easter morning
she ran to him shouting,
"this is my body, this is my blood."
And no one thought to tell her,
"Woman, it is not fitting
for you to say those words,
You don't resembe him."
Delight in knowing you are loved.