August/ September 2018 - Vol. 99

Martyrdom of

Stephen (A Garland)

poem by Ana Teresa Perrem

His blood fell 
Like the first drops of paint 
On the white canvas. 
Witness witnessing, 
Because he had seen 
First jewel of the crown. 

And life kept dripping, mixing, creating 
Of colours and shapes, 
Of light and of shade, 
And what you and I do, today, and tomorrow
We paint; 
Because we have seen, 
Witnesses witnessing, 
Living or dying, we paint 
New jewels of the crown.

> See more poems by Anna Teresa Perrem in Living Bulwark

Ana Teresa Perrem and her husband Dominic are members of Nazareth Community in Dublin, Ireland

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