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POVERTY POCKET By Joan C. Pendergast Dec. 27, 1984 Each of us has our own poverty pocket That place of deep hurt that's scarred us the most Its crippling effects have their day in the sun Until the great healer comes, Jesus God's Son.
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DAILY BREAD by Joan C. Pendergast What I love most about the Catholic Church Is Eucharist, protected, reverenced there. Whenever I desire to be with God, I know He's there in every church worldwide.
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REFLECTION By Joan C. Pendergast on April 21, 1985 Quiet river flowing on its own Soft spring colors, green and white and brown. River's surface multiplies delight Tree bough, leaf and flower can be seen twice.
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All poems by Joan C. Pendergast GOD'S CREATURES Nov. 8, 1980
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With Pope Francis' recent visit to dangerous, drug-torn cities and villages in Mexico, Joan Pendergast revisits a poem she wrote when then-Pope John Paul II underwent a similar voyage. FIRST FRIDAY VIGIL Written by Joan Pendergast March 4, 1983
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CONSIDER THE SEED POD Nov. 13, 1982 By Joan C. Pendergast The birds are out this November morn, Looking for something to eat and finding it! They keep lighting near my garden On the grass.
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TAR PAPER HEART By Joan Pendergast on Dec. 27, 1984 Snow falls gently on the slanted roof (in my back yard) White crystals dance upon asbestos black The day has just begun It's gentle grey In quiet prayer I watch this great activity.
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WINTER'S CALL Joan C. Pendergast, September 1981 A "Family Reunion" Was conceived at my father's funeral in December. My cousin said, "Let's get all the descendants together in August" A questionnaire was sent to everyone Asking likes and dislikes, favorite