Henri Nouwen, Now & Then | Joyce Rupp, Praying Our Goodbyes
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Sole Contractions
I think you inherited some of that incredible, ah, resilience of your mum. And quite beautiful. It's on page one 53, sole contractions. Would you read that one as well? The sun porch one? Yes, yes. Ah, that was such a wonderful experience for my mother on that sun porch. So the title of this poem is sol contractions. My mother ages all too quickly, now, the latest illness claiming more chunks of her vitality each day. This beloved woman whose womb held my body, i now hold in the chalice of my vigilance. Sadness and sorrow pulse inside my spirit,. resognating with her spiritual gestation as she prepares, during these
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