Sister Sarah
/I'll always remember the warmth of Sister Sarah who has a special talent for gathering outcast children, giving them space, and validating their sense of worth.
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“Bringing in the sheaves/ Bringing in the Sheaves
We shall come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves” —Knowles Shaw
Gathered by her side like a lost lamb
Sister Sarha took me in her arms
hugged the holy ghost from my ribcage
where indigestion felt like demons
lurking, abiding time, seeking
ideal moment to emerge in a haze.
Assuring the safety of her congregation
She wore a rosary about her waist
like a belly dancer’s coin belt
individual beads slapped my face
insuring penance through pain
exorcising Satan’s grasp on my soul.
Marshalling me in sacred directions
years later I learned Sarah shucked
her holy orders, wildly fled on an acolyte’s
arm, then married a wayward priest; her
maternal instinct overwhelming and acute
she birthed and nurtured flights of angles.
By Sterling Warner
From: United States
Website: https://www.amazon.com/author/amazon.com_sterling.warner