For the Ursuline Nuns in New Mexico
By Anne Wilson - La Mesa, California, USA - 21 November 2014
We blessed the house and garden
with our incense and songs,
five women carrying candles.
Even the cat stood quietly
and the birds were stilled.
Five women offering words of praise
at twilight, carrying embers
of our days. Later, we spoke
of common concerns,
our words like berries
that we swallowed whole
in silent communion.
There in the garden, we blessed
the adobe walls, artesian spring,
yet it was we who felt ourselves blessed,
gathered to the sacred breast
of creation, stilled in the gentian peace
of twilight rest.