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What follows is a “found poem.” To create it, I took lines from a story I’d read this week on Braided Way and rearranged them into a poem, leaving the words mostly verbatim.

I want to thank Mary Alice Dixon, the author of the prose piece, for inspiring this poem. Most of all, blessings on the Sister of Mercy, whose true name I don’t know. Despite advanced Alzheimer’s, she remains a mouthpiece for the Mystery Beyond All Names.

“Yesly,” indeed.


Phyllis Cole-Dai

                 a found poem*

Hear her sing
The Lady God startles
Yesly, yesly

She will come

Swept by two birds
in the season of kindness


I am wed to being
Being in love

Being will branch
Being will provide
Being will fall to light
Swept by two birds

Order will come
Shake it
Shape it
Beauty of mercy

It will come
In the season of kindness
Swept by two birds


The underside is captive
The praying is the going

God she lives
God she gives food
She loves
She He God
He startles
Yesly she does

The gift
Swept by two birds

Yesly Yesly

It is
And it is not canonical

She is swept by two birds
God startles

God startles

*I gathered these words of “Sister Rose Lynn” (a pseudonym) in “Swept by Two Birds and a Rose,” posted by Mary Alice Dixon on Braided Way, August 8, 2023.


Phyllis Cole-Dai

Phyllis Cole-Dai has authored or edited eleven books in multiple genres, including historical fiction, spiritual nonfiction and poetry. She lives in Brookings, South Dakota, USA.

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