TO LUCILLE CLIFTON THE DAY WE SAY GOODBYE TO PASTOR KATHLEEN

 















LETTER POEM TO THE POET LUCILLE CLIFTON

ON THE DAY WE BID FAREWELL TO PASTOR KATHLEEN IN YAKIMA


Dear Mss. Clifton:

You are one of the gifts we send with Pastor Kathleen.

Partly because of poets we’re learning to get real.

And you were born with 12 fingers and 12 toes.

They were removed, and you had to live

your life, Holy Sister Priestess, without them.

You grew into yourself, but how,

Reverend One, Ms. Clifton,

did you balance without those toes?


And now we say goodbye to Pastor Kathleen.

Pastor Kathleen came to our house

to bless Rex’s1 painting of Rosalie Tompkins

and I gave her your poems.

Ms. Tomkins, a quilter from Gould, Arkansas,

African American patchwork threader,

discovered while sewing pillow cases, listening

as God whispered in her ear

as she sewed God’s colors into squares.

God let me see it, she said. The pool is giving birth

to itself all the time. Ms. Tompkins became part

of our family that day, as did, Pastor Kathleen.


Your Big Book, the collected poems,

brand new, Ms. Clifton, open on the coffee table,

when Pastor Kathleen came by.

A quilter yourself, Lucille Clifton,

asking in a poem,

do the daughters’ daughters quilt?

do the worlds continue spinning

away from each other forever?


A few words about Pastor Kathleen.

Karen and I gave her your poems for blessing Ms. Tompkins.

Sister Kathleen can pray, Ms. Clifton.

She brings the word and asks us to receive what she sends.

She’s got the same discipline you have.

Words like seeds. We’d never say Yes

to God if it wasn’t for faith.

When she frees the pulpit from fear,

she frees the pew. Standing against

intimidation, she said, Repentance

is more important than worship.

I wrote it down on the church bulletin.

Pastor Kathleen blessed us all,

and as she leaves, she’ll be carrying

your poems, the two of you, God’s carriers.

Blessing us, we turn around by blessing others.

This is the fabric of repentance.

Pulling back the covers of formality,

I smile, remembering

B. B. King’s guitar, also named Lucille,

and my Mom, Lucille, too.

Pastor Kathleen, I can tell you, Lucille Clifton,

shares a weakness for ice cream.

You two, you go on now.

Both of you, you’re making us right.


Jim Bodeen

12 March 2023
















1Rex Deloney, African American artist, friend, teacher, prophet, from Little Rock, Arkansas. 

The painting, Mixed Media., by Rex was commissioned for Karen Bodeen.




















RosieLee Tompkins by Rex DeLoney, and bottom,
Rosie Lee Tompkins and Lucille Clifton,
Complete Poems of Lucille Clifton, book cover.



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