Abbess in the Street
She was dressed as I've seen no other Abbess dress
She was wearing garb like mine
Dark, dirty and full of holes
Could she really be an Abbess, prowling secretly through the streets?
Do the state of her clothes indicate
That she wanders the hallways and brushes against the cold, wet bricks of the Abbey walls?
Does she go out into the ghetto streets and speak to people like me?
Why me? Why now?
I look up into her face which although dirty with slime,
Gleamed and shone as if from a light within
Her eyes were smiling and kind as she held my hand lightly in hers
Her warmth radiated towards me
I felt a puzzling hope
My thoughtless life seemed not destined to end in these dangerous streets
Could I really better myself again and be the woman of dignity I used to be?
Could the message in her eyes ever be true?
She drew me to my feet
And led me to the soup kitchen
As the food warmed my belly
And her voice soothed my manic mind
I saw a light at the end of the tunnel
She led me to the back of the building
And I was offered a job in the kitchen
Could feeding those as hungry as myself
Be my own road to salvation?
As I watched her walk away
And kneel down beside another Lost One
I knew that if nothing else
She was a true Abbess in her heart
posted by Anonymous @ 6:55 AM
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The images here are very powerful Stacey Anne. The Abbess has indeed wandered the hallways and brushed against cold wet bricks and looked into a dark pit of despair. Like the Velveteen Rabbit she is 'real'.
The Abbess is a woman of wisdom who speaks to the ravens and understands that the Abbey is build of more than ancient stones.
Vi
The Abbess is escorted by Ravens these days Vi. I am seeing them everywhere I go. We never used to have any here near my home but they have come calling on a daily basis now.
love Heather
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