A Series of Poems from El Retiro
By: Christine Rodgers, July 2008
One
I am sitting
in the graceful
morning
reading one of my
favorite poets
and already
there are tears.
It is not yet noon,
and my face is
wet. This is who
You made, Lord –
this damp, imperfect
woman – afraid of
looking at her own
sinfulness – afraid
of God knows what.
Soften my heart Lord.
Let the water do her
purposeful work. Let
the water melt the
rock away – let it
melt the stone in me.