Thursday, April 21, 2011

Where Mary Walks

Too long, I have imagined
an office, cluttered with books-
dedicated to my dear ones.
Or a gathering space where people wait to hear
words, forged in the soul-
expressing Easter Vigil joy.
But today,
right now in this holiest week of the year,
I have a thought
and it makes me smile a little
because I can almost imagine
saving those words
for the littlest sheep
on some ridge
where a school bell rings-
and bells & words echo over hills
where Mary walks.


1 comment:

  1. Most people really struggle when a new path might be opening up.Your calm is palpable."All shall be well."Thank you for this lovely poem makes me want to try somethimg like this.God bless-Sharon