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16th Sun A
Sunday 23rd July 2017


Image supplied by Sr Kym Harris
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Poems

Poetry speaks to the heart through the experience of another. The effort it takes to lay aside our own views and feelings and enter into someone else's vision helps us to prepare our hearts to be open to the wisdom of God.

This Sunday's Poetry

Riddles

Saturday he kneels, shifts
a weed with a flick,
hands like rain, light     as a blessing.

Sunday, he stands, faces
the Sphinx of survival,
knows a plant is not measured     in minutes.

Weekdays, he comes
robed for the season,
tells with kindness     what we are not.

Anne Elvey in Stolen Heath Copyright, used with kind permission

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