St. Therese of Lisieux
—D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove
We were not supposed to compare
The miracles when they occurred.
One was certainly not better than another;
The roses of Juan Diego to those of Theresa
Of Lisieux. We were not to crumple at the
Tiniest comment. What of tears anyway?
We should be able to rise up to the very
Top of buildings without moving our legs.
Surely there would be the burning that carries
Us higher and higher to where finally
We could finally become less and less.
So we spill over and flush the earth
With our tears and quiet sorrows.
We will open the serape of Juan Diego
To see the face of the Virgin, we will find
Joy in the smallest things as we watch our
Hearts empty and fill with love like the locks
On a canal, lifting us up or lowering us
To the clear way around all obstacles,
The way singing does or looking into the eyes
Of the beloved, the light reflecting, souls dancing.
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—Medusa