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on the way to the corner church

whenever he walked pass the store

window with the broken flower pots,

in him something shouted a concern for

prayer, a need to hurry up to kneel at the

altar rail to speak to the teacher who wrote

in sand disclosing eternal truth. beyond the

discords of a wounded world and deep in

the roaming of his heart, the radiant images

of infants in their mother’s arms interpreting

love in shadowy pews comes to him. inside

the space where the Mother of Heaven has

made her residence, he gets as close to the Holy

One at the foot of a simple wood cross as flesh

permits. on the way back to his apartment where

the regrets of many seasons are kept, he admits

there will never be an end to his thanks for the

magnificent cause of being delivered on the ruinous

Golgotha hill—in daily thirst for light he once

again emerges deeply moved.