POESIA EN INGLES DE HERMANA AGNES HAVERTY

METROPOLIS

We sing, clap, wave and
dancing celebrate. The
Bright-lit walls re-echo:
"Christ has no Body now
but ours"- His Mission
in frail hands. Weak limbs,
dulled eyes. A reckless,
trusting God!
We stream into the
Frosty night! Doors slammed
against its icy face,
Shut too to trembling bodies-
stooped, scavenging in bags and bins.
Where is His Body now?
Where even is His cloak?
If we but let them
touch our hearts, His power
will go out and stand tall
and justice will be done.

Agnes Haverty, ola sister.