HAPPY NEW YEAR... may all your dreams come true in 2014

 

 

 

Sister Rita - a poem by June Luvisi

Sister Rita 

She was radiant loveliness.
Porcelain skin and perfectly sculpted features
Lit up by sparkling eyes and a welcoming smile
Perfectly shaped lips, when curved up in laughter,
Framed beautiful teeth agleam in the schoolroom’s sunlight
And all of this beauty accentuated
By the starched white wimple framing her face
And the rattle of her black wooden rosary beads
And the heavy black dress ...of her nun’s garb.
As a nine year old public school student
Brought in to study my religion
And feeling a smidge alien in what seemed like foreign turf,
I rejoiced in my good fortune.
Could have gotten that sharp featured nun
Whose voice matched her looks
As she laid out rules.
Now, so many years later,
When I talk to those who went full time to Catholic Schools
And tell them about Sister Rita,
They look at me,
Suspiciously
And ask,
Really????
And I answer,
Really.

WEARY - a poem by Audrey Austin

Weary

Weary woman worries when

The door is shut

On hope that drowns

In white envelopes

Piling up on table

Demanding satisfaction

Threatening to kill the little faith

That barely floats above the stack.

 

 

"WEARY" received honourable mention by the Ontario Poetry Society and has been published in "The Ultra Best Short Verse" - a Canadian Anthology of Poetry

 

 

 

 

BEACON - a poem by Bela Kaul

BEACON

 

The light shines up above

over and beyond

is it this world

in another realm?

 

A beacon of love

perfect but yon’

where I must be

in eternal glee

 

light shines encompassing all

hiding out all darkness

fluidly, lucidly,

placid, and oh so lovingly

 

my consciousness rises

to see beyond its veil

is it the metaphysical?

but oh so lyrical…

 

I have a need to be

floating in eternal bliss

with no judgment or fear

feeling the presence of all those dear

 

connections remain

over many lifetimes

in absence of death

or any kind of dread

 

time is a vacuum

in this open space

past, present, future,

peacefully azure

 

love flows like a river

with no direction,

beginning, or an end,

ever-present at every bend

 

a place that just IS

where I just BE

a place of LOVE

in the realm above.