“Disappearance of a Hermitess”
TO DEAN KAREN TERRY, DEAN TODD CLEAR, DEAN JOHN H. MORGAN, ENDOWED CHAIR DR. PROF. RUSSELL NEITZKE, DR. PROF. NATASHA FROST
In silence and poverty,
Her fortress was built
By the hidden heavens
Of creation that
Illuminated her contemplation,
When at the raising of the Host,
Hands and feet tremble.
Love more terrifying than the
Fires of being burned alive
at the stake.
She, crucified to the world,
For love, so slight a torment.
The Temptation of those who
possess the world to renounce the face
that endures pain and anguish of all pierced
To heal, disappearing,
She went into the desert, fasted
and prayed for divine mercy,
that she too
May be granted pardon,
And passed away in peace without
There was no hope of Christian burial:
body never found.
Prayers said for her at the feast of perenial saint-anthony of pond of fishes
gold, orange, lime-yellow-blue sky-
to which there is no sound
of cry and tears of dog barking-
hic, hic propter ergo hoc-
hithertofore-"voice without sound!"
like a tiger-lily wilder geranium
leaves fall from poplar tree
in the wilderness cove,
with dying breahe all Hove//[\]\\\\\\\///?aq;10;01=1/0=4/3=0/1/0=1qa-U@,---->
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