Wednesday, September 7, 2005


In the wake of Katrina, I'm thinking of an eloquent local Cajun poet whom I heard at the SCUPE Congress on Urban Ministry in Chicago a few years ago. Wondering if--and praying and hoping--Carol Prejean Zippert survived the torrent and flooding. She touches the heart of the nature of vision in this poem:

are clear
even as they change
hold truth
even as we search
for understanding
grow in depth
even as we doubt our paths
persist in us
even as others
strike against our cause
are born
of our spiritual histories
even as we question our sufferings
are directed missions
we are gifted to fulfill
are clear
even as we change

from I Don't Want To Be Rich, Just Able, 1997, Black Belt Press, Montgomery, Alabama

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