Poetry by Sister Rose Marie Stallbaumer, OSB

Where Daisies Grow

Deep within the forest,
a pile of old wood,
driftwood,
burnt wood,
tree trunks wintered in bitter cold,
young branches once the promise of life,
chunks of bark spent for life within.

In the midst of this dead wood,
Daisies grow.
Like a phoenix from the ashes
the daisies come forth
sustained by the food of darkness.

If God can clothe the daisies
in such splendor out of nothing,
how much more
will God sustain you
with love
when pain and brokenness
surround you!

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