Poems

st kateri tekakwitha

St Catherine Tekakwitha

Catherine Tekakwitha
Iroquois saint
you stand outside
St. Patrick’s cathedral
New York City
your eyes shut
head tilted up
as if listening
for a divine
radio transmission
you ignore the traffic
offer your open palms
to each passer-by
tempt them to touch
the cup of openness
your fingers make.
Lily of the Mohawks
you knew how to
bridge the space
between
each and each
now and eternity
earth and sky
weave us into your light
like a thread of hair
in one of your braids
so that we might rest
gently on your breast
one of many strands
stronger
more beautiful
together.

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