The Alabaster Jar

She entered the roomcarrying an alabaster jar.It was evening –they sat around in conversation.

She approached Jesus quietlyand breaking open the jar she pouredthe precious fluid over his head and filled the air with sweetness.

"Why this waste?”"Who is this woman?" "Why doesn't he stop her?"

Questions crowded the roomsucking up all the air    ... hard to breathe.

“Leave her alone!       She has anointed me for my burial."

Poetry by RSCJ

We are delighted to share some poems from Religious of the Sacred Heart.

Silence

The tree lifts
branches to
The One
Beyond all noise of naming.
Snow drifts down silence,
Melts into earth,
Disappears.
Clouds wrap hushed grey cloaks
Around our clamor;
Stilling even loud ambassadors
Of death.

Silence has the last word—
No word at all, but hum:
spiral galaxies,
chanting
Ommmm….
Beloved child of earth
I AM for you.
Come   Home.      

Silence

The tree liftsbranches toThe One Beyond all noise of naming.Snow drifts down silence, Melts into earth,Disappears.Clouds wrap hushed grey cloaks Around our clamor; Stilling even loud ambassadorsOf death.

Silence has the last word—No word at all, but hum: spiral galaxies,chantingOmmmm….Beloved child of earthI AM for you. Come   Home.      

Rose Marie Quilter rscj    March 2013

The Sailor's Prayer

Ah, wondrous state!
Ah, blessed fate!
To cease all measurement of time,
To call a halt to what might be,
To rest in the eternal NOW
Of God's as yet unchartered Sea.

Eleanor Carr, rscj