Sister Andrew John’s Weblog 2

A CAPELLA

May 2006

Song, poem, prayer…
all must exist with spaces
around, before, and after
to allow God’s accompaniment.

WALKING THE DOG

What ancient memory lives
in this brain…small
by human standards…but
able to recall
and put in action instincts
that ordain a preference
for smell of sodden,
rotting leaves, newly emerged
from the melting snow,
and now collected with
cigaret ends and kleenex
against the chainlink fence…
the memory of centuries
of promised Springs hidden
in the primordial mulch?