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.

-D.E.B.