This is the light that reveals the distance.
As you approach in this silence,
I begin to see as I never have before,
the space in between.
And how I cannot make it less,
rooted as these feet are
in the dry, hardened soils below
and the thirsting will above.
Here is the dawn that whispers to me of mercy.
Rushing across the wasteland,
you cover over what I’ve bared,
gather up what I’d forgotten,
everything consumed for the sake of the banquet.
I must bow my head,
fall to my knees and bury my face,
unworthy to behold as I am beheld
this Love who knows no distance.
Sr. Magdalene, CFR Novice