All that day long I spent the hours with suffering.
I woke to find her sitting by my bed.
She stalked my footsteps while time slowed to timeless,
tortured my sight, came close in what was said.

She asked no more than that, beneath unwelcome,
I might be mindful of her grant of grace.
I still can smile, amused, when I remember
How I surprised her when I kissed her face.

Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D.
Jessica Powers

From The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers
Published by ICS Publications, Washington, D.C.
All copyrights, Carmelite Monastery, Pewaukee WI.
Used with permission