Ode to the Sor

On reading the works of de la Cruz, February 2021

In southern lands so long ago,

She sat in study—still.

She writes and talks, yet judged so low!

How did it never kill?

For some they learn because they must

For them there is no taste.

But at la Cruz where all’s discussed

Inspired, yes, by Grace.

She seeks not fame nor great renown

Except in Paradise

She flies up high by writing down,

Her words much more than nice.

O you, long dead, who we call Sor

Sister to nuns and all

Sing to us your verse, prose, and lore!

Beauty beneath the shawl!