tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913402.post9179790799258419381..comments2023-07-25T03:41:58.023-05:00Comments on QueenMab Contemplates...: Strange Fruit: A Reflection on Race, Culture, Faith, and Dialogue from the North SideQueen Mabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344703866581898036noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913402.post-56510030242109107192009-02-07T15:36:00.000-06:002009-02-07T15:36:00.000-06:00Dear Melissa, I will. Thank you. For me J...Dear Melissa,<BR/> I will.<BR/> Thank you.<BR/> For me Jesus is the Way I experience the reality of this Strange Fruit here and now, here at Assisi Heights, in this country Pres. Obama has taken into account.<BR/> In my poem "Feeding Annie," I have said something about it. As well as I can remember it right now, here it is:<BR/> <BR/>I can't do it I can't do it<BR/>I can't do it I can't do it,<BR/>Annie says.<BR/>Her hands are palsied,<BR/>side effect of Mellaril,<BR/>can't balance on her fork<BR/>red squares of Jello<BR/>joggling like eyes that will not meet.<BR/> <BR/>Sweet Annie, I say,<BR/>picking up her spoon.<BR/>I dip it in,<BR/>she opens her mouth,<BR/>I press it on her tongue.<BR/>We find all our rhythms,<BR/>all our correspondences.<BR/>She swallows what I spoon.<BR/>We can do it, Annie,<BR/>We can do it.<BR/> <BR/>Peace and All Good<BR/>Sr. Rafael<BR/>Rochester, MNAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913402.post-74394906569890489562009-02-07T10:21:00.000-06:002009-02-07T10:21:00.000-06:00Melissa,Thanks for sharing. You are a wonderfully...Melissa,<BR/>Thanks for sharing. You are a wonderfully talented writer and I've long been admiring your work and your dedication to getting to the core of your humanity and making connections with others, here and abroad. Your example of Father Jules shows how much we can have in "common" but that that similarity may define itself in many diverse ways.<BR/><BR/>I miss your presence at North High, but I appreciate your 'presents' here!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913402.post-76217326141943832642009-02-06T13:16:00.000-06:002009-02-06T13:16:00.000-06:00Dear One, This ROCKS!!!! I love it to pieces. Th...Dear One,<BR/> <BR/>This ROCKS!!!! I love it to pieces. The section below, should be in every hand of every person who crosses the threshold of CSP.<BR/> <BR/>And it makes me ask:<BR/>How many layers of communication must we peel back until we are all on the same page -- until we are all speaking about the same thing, using a common language, or common frame of reference? How many doors, hallways, buildings, alleys, (continents) do we travel over and through, until we find ourselves euphemistically, literally, in same room? What does it take to get there? How many keys do we need? How many doors do we lock and unlock? How many plays and masses and funerals do we attend? How many conversations do we have? Who wants to go through all the work? Who wants the hastle, the mess, the emotion? Who wants to hold feelings of perhaps being lost or confused? Who wants to acknowledge the work, and what exists in this room, on this page, when we arrive? And why would any of us want to go there? <BR/>WOW!!! This speaks deeply to me. <BR/> <BR/>BRAVO<BR/> <BR/>JAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14913402.post-42636070108921968342009-02-06T13:14:00.000-06:002009-02-06T13:14:00.000-06:00Whew is right! Oh my. Yes, the arts move us to l...Whew is right! Oh my. Yes, the arts move us to live heightened emotions, thoughts, and insights within a twenty minute period which may in "real" time take years to experince. Yes, the arts and mass are good teachers. I often think of a prism when I try to understand the complexity of the human heart. So many different shapes - points, curves, lines; and colors and hues. So complex like our hearts after we view a powerful performance or attend a special mass. Part of the human experience...ah? Jesus, who was part human and part God, was the only truly perfect human. Our journey is to keep trying to "live Jesus". All my love, to my dear, dear friend, Melissa.<BR/> <BR/>Love,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com