Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem: by Margaret Clitheroes

The Christ-ed beauty of her mind
Her mould of features mated well.
She was a woman, upright, outright;
Her will was bent at God.

She caught the crying of those Three,
The Immortals of the eternal ring,
The Utterer, Uttered, Uttering,
And witness in her place would she.


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3 comments:

  1. Blue Eyed EnnisAugust 13, 2012 at 9:29 AM

    Great poem by someone new to me too.
    Utterer, Uttered and Uttering: nice to reflect on today !! Thanks John..
    Blessings

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    1. John Predmore, S.J.August 13, 2012 at 7:13 PM

      I was taken with those words too. It is a nice way to think of the trinity.

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  2. LyndaAugust 13, 2012 at 11:20 PM

    I would agree that those three words really struck me as an interesting way to think of the Trinity. Thank you.

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