A prayer for a nun in a wheelchair
By John Shea
In the Convent of Perpetual Adoration
on an eternal summer afternoon
the three o’clock chimes called back
the flight of the old nun.
In her wheelchair
before the God who lives in bread
and runs the risk of staleness
she watched the hour
that Peter, James, and John did not.
Two young ones come for her
with the precise steps of piety
and perpendicular genuflections.
The guard is changed.
She is pushed from the adoration space
but the bright light of God goes with her
in the monstrance behind her dimming eyes.
The sacred has performed its slow alchemy.
The wheelchair hypnotically clacks
the revolutions of her exit.
She is maneuvered by the sister on duty
to a sparse clean room with a crucifix and flowers
and placed in the windowed light
where she dwells with silence
and the memory of praise and
the dancing particles of the undying sun.
A prayer shared with us by Sister Jan Craven, director of the Shrine of Saint Mother Theodore Guerin
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