LET IT aLL sTART hERE
For Catholics who care...
I am the silent brush of an owl’s wing...
I am the peculiar reassurance found in the
mew of a watchful night bird…
I am the lemon light in a baby’s
laughter, the same beacon caught
inside a tear of sea glass...
I am the slender thread that lassoes
two hearts that love…
When a young boy grieves--
it is my hand that returns the lost toy…
I am the why and how in a
very, very old man’s reverie…
I am the flint that strikes against the edge
of a star and the imagination.
I am the one who knew you
long before you
ever called out my name.