Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Suffering can be
The path to Heaven
Sister Teresa

Said remembering
The coughed up warm blood
Into the once white

Handkerchief held to
The mouth the TB
Already there the

Cold fingers of Death
Invading the soft
Tissue the echoes

Of the nails into
The flesh and cross of
Christ tingling along

Her veins and rushing
Arteries and her
Father’s suffering

Still fresh in her mind
The hammering of
Pain and suffering

Getting louder the
Sins like black ink stains
Spreading out within

Touching distance and
Within reach of ears
And eyes and skin just

Waiting like some death
Disease to enter
In whatever is

Willed and knowingly
Done and known to be
Sinful there the dark

Fingers of evil
Stain suffering can
Be the pathway to

Heaven the young nun
Sister Teresa
Said softly again.

you have done a good job in my mind supposing what runs through one's mind when they are a person of faith knowing that their days are numbered......

as an aside, it reminded me immediately of a very dark album by Van Morrison called, TB Sheets.........apparently a tribute to dealing with a friend dying from TB..........very unlike most of his other work to say the least, but a compelling album nonetheless.....

Thank you, saw.

Like a little flower, doctor of the Church,
a sickly woman coughing to death;
a revolutionary who strips away the power and privilege;
a badge of life in the place of religion;
a faith that isn't guaranteed, but cherished.

Tank you, joel.

many fine lines and images in here... very good work.

Thank you, Doreen.

i think that this piercing of flesh is still an on going tradition, but your interpetation is interesting. i could really get into the impact

Thank you Creative Soul.