O My Sisters and My Brothers

for Sister Gloria Miller

O my sisters and my brothers,
How we lift up one another
From the common clay of living
To a world of greater giving.
Memories are what we treasure
More than anyone can measure.
When we speak with honest feeling,
Words are powerful and healing.
No kind, consoling word is lost
When tallied up against the cost
Of keeping to ourselves alone;
In harmony, our warmth is shown.
Voices, stories, shared connections,
Miracles and resurrections—
A circle of our human love
Is free, much freer than a dove.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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