To close a Monastery is to shred one’s soul
Incalculable pieces that will ne’er be whole
A vocation torn and chaffed away
Blown by the Spirit to find a new way.
Death would be simpler and kinder still
At least that certainty would lie in God’ Will
Discernment, decisions, whoever truly can know
Why God’s precious House must be slated to go.
O Brooklyn Visitation, why must it be?
Where in the Scripture is found the key
to this unfathomable time of deep mystery.
So much inner life left yet why must it be?
No more to see our “stained-glass” Spouse
Sun shining Heart in love aflame
No more to wander these Holy Halls
Winding in prayer His name to acclaim.
With hearts numbed by sadness and broken with pain
With words stunned to silence and protests maimed
With children confused and parents enraged
With memories burning our minds to engage.
Yet Jesus is coming and Easter is near
How many times did He say “Do not fear”?
So we lean on His strength and gather our hopes
And direct in acquiescence our wills to cope.
Mary’s Fiat becomes our very own Yes
To a veiled mystery to which we acquiesce
May Jesus guide our futures, our love and our wills
May the silence of His Rising our troubled souls still.
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