Sonnet 14

I went into the Paulist Center chapel

a half-hour-plus before their midday Mass.

I found a fortysomething woman, barefoot,

pacing calmly, absorbed in gladsome light.


Her knee-high boots, her bags, and other things

were clustered by a sideways-facing pew.

Without self-consciousness, she gently moved,

blessing the hallowed space with tender tread.


Opposite where she moved, I found a place

to sit and contemplate Sustaining Grace

made visible in her, my even-Christian.


After several minutes, I got up and walked

across the chapel to Our Lady's corner.

The woman smiled at me. And I smiled back.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-03-07 at 04:04

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely description of a vignette in a “thin place” Tom!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done, Thomas.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a lightness to this which raises it to a level of . . . grace, I believe that's the word I'm looking for.


by Uncle Meridian