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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am As Nothing.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am as nothing, said Sister Clare; <br>I am a tool in the Lord’s hands, His <br>Words wake me from sleep, His <br>Utterance disperses my dreams. <br>I wake to the birds’ chorus, the sun <br>Rises at my elbow, the moon goes <br>As my eyes take sight. I dress while <br>Uttering an Ave, wash the night from <br>My eyes and skin, sense the waters’ <br>Coldness through my fingers’ hold. <br>From my window I see the cranberry <br>Tree in the cloister garth; early birds <br>Perched in the branches, sunlight <br>Flittering through the green leaves. <br>Sister Blaise stares up at the sky, her <br>Hands hidden beneath her habit’s cloth, <br>Her head to one side. God sees all, my <br>Mother said, He knows you better than <br>You know yourself, knows your thoughts <br>Like a well read book, He understands <br>Your ways and wants, marks your sins <br>In the big black book. I leave my room, <br>Walk down the stairs to the cloister’s <br>Path, run my palm on the wall’s rough <br>Brick, my feet taking the steady step, <br>My blue eyes lowered, my thoughts run <br>Off like children at play. I gather my <br>Thoughts like a shepherd his sheep, <br>I pen them tight into my skull’s sides. <br>Flowers in the flowerbeds pull my eyes, <br>Yellows and reds and blues feed my mind. <br>Sister Rose stands by the bell, her hands <br>Holding the rough rope, her eyes lit up like <br>Candles at night, her smile like a child’s kiss. <br>I pass her by with a gentle nod, taking note <br>Of her fingers’ hold. I enter the church with <br>A steady pace, smell incense on the air’s skin; <br>See sunlight through high windows, beaming <br>Down on the choir stalls and cold stone floor. <br>I sit and wait for matins to begin, wait for my <br>Bruised groom carrying the whole world’s sin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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I am a tool in the Lord’s hands, His 
Words wake me from sleep, His 
Utterance disperses my dreams. 
I wake to the birds’ chorus, the sun 
Rises at my elbow, the moon goes 
As my eyes take sight. I dress wh..."></div>
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