Diary Entry 4

One night, as I sat in Mass

Behind the alter - a circle

of what I perceived to be glass.

 

I focused on the darkness

encircling this riddle.

A faint image of Jesus;

this form in the middle?

 

It must be a window,

this mysterious shape.

For if not, the figure within

one's eye would escape?

 

The next morning,

to the chapel, I return;

not giving attention

to last night's concern.

 

I positioned myself

within the back pew.

Raising my head,

gleamed a circle stained blue.

 

There in the middle,

my suspicion confirmed;

it was Jesus encircled

in sunlight's warm burn.

 

His feet rested gently

on a pillow of clouds.

They didn't merely support him,

but to his presence did bow.

 

His hands outstretched

to gesture, "I'm Here!"

This illuminated refrain

made his message to me clear.

 

If we focus in the darkness

to see a faint image, we fight.

Just imagine what we see

when we step into the light.

 

 

 

 

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