Means of Grace
Ecumenical Travels
Life Steward
Brokenness sounds
Like a branch with a slight tear.
Compelling discourse of imagined err.
Possible hurt is as now.
But wholeness is shrugged
Like the healthy bough.
Photo of Arlington, VA
Signs. Roman Style
Roman Law is in effect.
All foresaw its coming.
Where food and drinks are circumspect,
the fortitude is numbing.
New years come on marked streets.
in arrears already.
When dull mottos must repeat,
Save gelato and spaghetti.
Photo in Rome, Italy.
There’s still time
There’s still time to stand eye to eye,
becoming still and being met.
Intaking resolute joy,
So that to have no need of debt.
And every plan of new descent
is left for what’s unknown.
Anticipation is cast off
and full awareness hone.
Photo of Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Measuring Line
A story was incised
And all the faces hewn.
Their life was canonized
For futures to attune.
The looming of the giants
Left two paths of wreck.
To be more was defiance.
To be less were all in check.
Photo at Santa Maria Antiqua in the Roman Forum.
Assured Passage
The beaten path was not certain.
The grooves trained my steps.
The beaten path was not protected.
Passersby never responded.
The beaten path was not intended.
The intent was beaten for the path to be made.
Photo of Rome, Italy.
Arrival
The original time has come,
to make us one as we always were.
From this time, all creation can speak.
From one voice, an unending portrait.
Merry Christmas!
Photo of Santa Maria in Aracoeli, Rome, Italy
Lit
The light that has changed has remained the same.
It is in each heart. It is in each time.
It is ready. It is here.
Photo from Vatican.
Inward Depths
When I leave, this will remain.
Why I wanted it.
Why I needed it.
So that what has always been can be.
Photo at St Anthony Abbott on the Esquiline in Rome, Italy
Means of Grace 