“Lord, let our eyes be opened.” (Matthew 20:33
But the souls of the just are in the hand of God, and no torment shall touch them.
(Wisdom 3:1)
We did calmly discuss the Vatican.
The twilight sky did turn gold and crimson.
The clouds remained between heaven and us
And two teenagers did a Monty Python laugh in unison.
Did the New Yorker decorate our minds
with towel-snapping historians waving bye, bye?
Vietnam still conflicts. he likes pork rinds. she finds
My face, your heart, remnants of a juvenile sigh.
Thundering moments are sometimes lurking
for some youngsters. The measure of youth’s madness
is the ratio of the probable and possible working
to create a mood of upbeat general gladness
of life in an era. of words in error
the Hall of Dilemmas is multiplying
me and you and you and I must somehow open the door
between our hoping, our praying, our trying
ideals and Faith and making first-person goodness
be a priority, immediate, urgent
Sharing prayers and hope, and tales of Loch Ness
falling into memories, daydreams spent.
Autobiography invites spiritual awakenings
and the obviously routine birthday party ritual
of candles, frosting, singing voice happenings
a moment tender, loving, a time for all
Someone did yell surprise, surprise
then there was joyous chaos then applause
followed by glances quick, pleased and wise
With enthusiasm for a prayer we did pause
Life’s hierarchy begins with love
caressing and protecting us. Love is our teacher
directing our gaze toward heaven above
Faith is our guiding preacher
gently complicit to the cameras flash
you deserve this moment of converging
Love, hope, faith, good cheer, with a dash
for all the prayers said, loved shared, Faith merging
For the spirit of the LORD fills the world, is all-embracing, and knows what man says.
(Wisdom 1:7)
I tell you, you will not see me again until you say, ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.’ (Matthew 23:39)
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