Sister Eileen

She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly daily, mostly unedited) writing practice

Painting by Sister Eileen Curteis

Day #219 of (mostly unedited, mostly daily) writing/sharing.

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Sister Eileen

Words feel annoyingly inadequate sometimes, 
do you know what I mean? So blah, so bland, 
so distant from what feels close. Cliché. Especially 
when it comes to capturing an angel. No, capture is not
the right word. I don’t want to capture anything. 
And anyways, you can’t capture an angel. I want you 
to know her like I did. But how do you know 
a butterfly, a blue sky, a poet with a heart too big 
for her small body? How will I go on without
her words in my inbox? Her seeing of me? Her
understanding? How do I convey how much I loved 
this angel who fell into my heart one almost-spring day?
A breath of fresh air after the longest winter, a sky full 
of birdsong, a butterfly kiss from one poet 
to another. I'll just say this. I loved her. I love her. Her breath 
is gone, but her poet heart will walk with me everywhere. 
Her angel wings wrapped around me. Forever and ever close.

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