This weekend I am chaplain for a retreat of wonderful praying women. I wrote this as I heard them praying downstairs in the modified, wood-like paneled chapel. We are staying in a prayer center run by Franciscan sisters. Now... to breakfast.
I did not wake up in time
For morning prayer.
The women*s voices sound
From the chapel
Downstairs.
They carry me
Even as I write this.
I am praying about vines,
Branches, clematis,
The woodpecker I heard early
This morning.
The women*s voices sound
Downstairs.
Soon I will join them at breakfast.
This morning I cling
To the Vine
As I know they do.
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