Monstrance

I
An absence
Framing a presence
holding a silence:
the realest place on earth.

II
My heart
though scarcely real
holds your reality
a light, a silence,
a deep place of meeting,
knitting beyond mind’s reach
a throne for the night of time
the blazing Uncreated.

III
Your showing
means meeting: heart speaks to heart
love flows to love
greeting each throned presence
each prism of the All-Loving.
I bow before you
revealed in ten thousand hearts
daily benediction.

 

tRuth 2016

 

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Emmaus

They left in haste; the loaf still stands
Innocent, calm among the cups
– As a hurled stone might on the sands
Whose passing churned the waters up –
Because the stranger, as he supped
Had blessed it with his broken hands.

 

tRuth 92

 

I wrote this years and years ago, but I still like it: the one strong image of a stone sploshing into deep water, making a splash in more ways than one.