Poems by Sr. Mary Angela, CSM

A Poem on Prayer

A jar of liquid,
And whirling in it fine dust of gold.
It is good when it settles quietly at the bottom,
     when my heart is still.
But even when everything is whirling
There is still gold

Heavy, heavy rain—
Torrential downpour flooding the earth
Too fast to sink in.
Then a let-up, before the next downpour.

We need these times of darkness
To let the nourishing flood of Your love sink in.