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
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Written on 2023-03-07 at 04:04
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by Uncle Meridian