Dorothea Poems - Poems about Dorothea

Nothing burns, it just suspends, lacking symmetry at opposite ends. Arrested motion, drawing attention, important details, I forget to mention. As we focus in or focus out, tell time to stop, neglect the count. Lose the sun in shadowed plane; that frame of blue is lost again. Uncertainties, alofting...

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There she stood, in a room all spic and span Her name was Dorothea – the nun of Maryland Ever so lightly, she picked flowers day and night Oh! She was indeed the gift of God that did all her tasks Did she happen to disobey her superiors and anger the ones above? Obedient, classy and wise – the gift...

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she was only too aware that her own conception had been maculate it had been not been a virginal birth and yet a blessed gift from God her mother a whore in the town’s creep joint father a loose unknown alcoholic desperado a blasphemous union had sprouted its seeds outcast she was left on the door step of grace a castaway...

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veils escape the province of the sea like sea lions bouncing balls presenting their accoutrements. the silken fare, in the center of the square - everyone sees the princely dyes. off to the side, a nun, on her knees tying shoes, wiping tears with her scapular, ...

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Nun non bearing Her name Dorothea Sister Dorothea One of The daughters of God Gift of God an advid believer in mankind Mother Sister Caring for fellow humans She's a gift of God Dorothea Vow of chastity living life of prayers Living life for the Savior Dorothea Daughter of God Abiding in charitable works in education and health care Never marrying lives a simple life Follows...

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My lasting memories of Dorothea, still live on- since that day in fourth grade, when she stopped by my desk and saw my artwork- so overjoyed and clearly quite amazed that I could draw that way. This Nun- our new art teacher, bent down, looked at me, and lovingly whispered, "Dear, you are an artist!" Throughout my years in Catholic grammar school- this kind teacher, a gift of God- honed...

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Dorothea, Oh how you Sit in servitude Stone faced As saints and sinners wept The cross, a burden to His back A weight for which We’re all in debt, Carried closely around your neck Your features lost as age took toll But never lost is beauty in soul The gift of God remains all that you own Humbled, you remain By His presence alone Alone His quiet embrace softens these...

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Pearls of sunlit smile a gift of God to the dying graceful and kind when approached Dorothea takes anger and insults as a gift of God to be offered with Jesus on the sacrifice altar. Veiled as a nun in her prime her modest virginity dignified ever joyful without storming clouds the peace of God in her mind sparkling the sea in her eyes a light...

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When I was very young, ...

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