On my way to church

The sunlight on my face

The light on the city streets

The yellow leaves on the sidewalk

The sudden smell of autumn

The gust of wind rustling the fallen leaves.

On my way to church,

This sudden beauty ambushes me,

With the breathtaking, blinding brilliance

Of the sun at its zenith,

If only for a brief moment.

So too you blaze brilliantly towards me,

In the Eucharist.

Light light light

Lord, thou art light unto my darkness

This is Your love.

This is how You've loved me,

Lord Jesus Christ

Anguished Cry

Today I cried out to myself, and imagined,

(Would it be God telling me something?)

That at my deathbed

I would cry out with anguished heart

That I had not written the words 

God asked me to write

(Or that I had not lived out my days 

In the noble ways 

God asked me to live)

And so I now write, and now live

Before the descent of intolerable regret