Step into the light

Who said
we had to walk this colonnade?
Who lures us through the darkened doorway,
waits to stab us as we pass,
piercing heart with sorrow, yearning;
calls us into darkened shadows
filled with ghosts of sin and failure?

Do not confuse
one "holy father" -- or many holy fathers --
with the One Holy Father
who calls us into light,
who beckons us away from this dark path
with light-filled fingers,
singing through the veins of marble,
arcing overhead
with energetic waves of love.

Spring is coming, my child:
Follow where the light leads
and find me at the center, waiting.


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