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

into yourself.

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,

what rejoicing!

FEWalls