Spirit rising

Spirit rising

 

my spirit

is waning

stench

is rising

deceit

to prey upon 

the most vulnerable 

exploitation

in our midst

human commodities all

yet

what conviction

consistency

again and again

their silent witness

placards circling

that prestigious corner

proclaiming

dignity for all

a puff

not yet a wind

igniting a spark here

a twig there

the stench

dissipates

my spirit

is rising

By Sr. Marie Clarkson, OLM