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