Now is her quiet season
all the contemplation
a meditation within
all turned inward, a divina lectio.
She said, everything we do
must be spiritual, bloom with intention,
a deepening of the spirit, the
singing of the psalms, the reading of
the scripture, so that when work
ceases, the nurturing continues,
ripening in the secret crevices of the soul.
A plant deepens its roots
develops the tiny buds that will
bloom later. So you, too,
in that hour, come
I will write you a note,
slip it under your closed door, certain
that your hand will grasp it, your
eyes will read it, your heart will keep
me in the prayerful spaces of your being
until our hands clasp again
and then, oh yes,
Lovely Lovely Lovely!