An Era Gone Poem by Madrason .
An Era Gone
The last needles will fall
from the pine tree tall.
Thick brows, bold heads,
speckled hands
old faces.
Devoted to a cause
to unify all nations
and all human races.
The beds so clean
awaiting patiently
one, two, three
a missionary
still talking
till the end
-still walking-
of others' misery
to me it seems to be
'Cor unum et anima una'
an era gone.
*
Madrason aug 13 2013
Congregation of the Immaculate Heart of Mary
for the fathers Scheut in Vught
Brabant, The Netherlands
closed down in 2008
the last missionaries where
moved out to Teteringen.
Miss areas: Mongolia, Haiti, Centr America,
China, Tibet and esp Congo
The museum of ethnic and
religious art was sold out at
Vendorhouse Korst&vanderHoeff
almost for peanuts it later seemed
even I was able to buy
Ivory Coast Masks and a Yombe Nkisi
and an Idoma Statuette from Nigeria.
*
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