Along the Way: A Little Book of Poems

God fires a glance
through man’s stained glass.
It beams bright, flashes blind.

Help me to live and not act,
to be and not pretend
what you have called me to be.

God,
Christ tells me to call you Father,
and so I do.

Born upon celestial heights
in womb of virgin darkness,
mothering the Earth unknown by

A golden leaf breaks loose and falls to the ground.
Caught by the wind, it is lifted and whirled around
til lightly it touches down.