My Ecstatic Nun - A Vision

She appears as a vision
and I receive
the radiant light of her face
oval and shining
on dark folds of habit.

A word, in clear air,
forms and glows.
It falls toward her
in a perfect arc.
She tilts her head to conceive,
lips open in quivering smile,
she drinks in serene light
and the word -
the golden OM of sacrament and she
are one.

(c) Deb Matthews-Zott