Sister Renee


i love sitting next to sister renee at mass.
she smiles as i walk down the nave,
pausing to dip my finger tips in the font,
tracing that ancient pattern over my heart.
i bow toward the altar,
to the sisters on the other side of the altar, really.
they are walking icons of god’s love,
the living hands and feet of Christ,
nailpolish and all.
sister renee pats the space next to her
and gently grabs my hand when i slide into the pew.
this is how the woman must have felt when she touched jesus’ robe,
filled and infused with love and verdant energy.
i smile back,
hoping one day to be able to love like these sisters love,
knowing full well that i have the best teachers.


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