Cross-cropped canvas bears a pendant dark Lord


dying into the center space, crown ablaze with reds,




a fore-figure glowing in light-filled fabric


walks toward light on the horizon.




A little girl in pink grabs the dark hand,


her empty pail in hand, captures the pilgrim’s attention.




The fore-figure, leaving the dark for the light


stops for love of a neighbor.




Long have I longed to see Him, to touch Him,


to hold Him, to love Him in my life.




And here she is reaching for my hand.


How easy it is to grab her hand, to lose Him, to find Him.




26 March 2017