I’m writing “My Life Story” and today I came across this poem. I wrote it in 2007 when I did my sojourn in the Maritime Provinces:
To the top of the hill, I walk each day,
A relationship they say
Is needed for a Blessing to stay.
When half way up,
I turn around and look back down,
ON HOLY GROUND!
“Queen Anne Lace”,
A needle prick of blood inside,
Reminds me of mortality.
The yellow flowers
Look like stars, they nod sometimes
And seem to smile.
Today as I walked to the top of the hill,
An idea popped into my head!
I’ll pick some flowers and take them back
To the sisters and their sacrament.
I went about with happy joy,
Plucking and pulling and arranging them,
Until I met a stubborn one,
I pulled, I tugged,
He wouldn’t budge.
Not noticing and moving on,
I pulled and twisted till out she came
Lacking in passion I am not
Sometimes though compassion lost.
Beautiful flowers at my feet,
THANKYOU for a lesson taught.
© R.f.c. Aug. 13, 2007
It was most definitely a gift to stay at the beautiful St. Joseph Renewal Centre in Mabou, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. The sisters were more than kind. I stayed there for three weeks and was treated like family. The day I left the nine sisters of Notre Dame got up early and waved me good-bye. I will never forget them or their gift of hospitality and welcome. After returning home after my three-month sojourn on the Maritimes the first Christmas card I sent was always to those dear sisters.
St. Joseph’s Renewal Centre closed Oct. 3, 2018 when the dwindling number of sisters were down to three from the nine when I was there in 2007. An article in the Cape Breton Post – “It’s a major loss to the community. They’ve done so many wonderful things – they’ve taught in our schools, and been a major part of our community…after 131 years (1887-2018)
See the hill behind the retreat centre, the sisters called it a mountain. I had great fun telling them it was a hill. I enjoyed walking up it everyday.