I wrote the letter “T” on the page and wondered
If I asked him what sound he made,
Would he respond,
“Oh, I make no sound, friend.
I was asked to stand here proudly,
Hat on my head, to simply remind you
Of the sound that is to be made”?
I told my wife I loved her
And caressed her head as I leaned
To give her a kiss. The quiet smack lingered
In the air, as if to say, “Ah, here is love.
Love that is often kept silent,
But was just expressed, the unseen and unheard
Overflowing into a world of sight and sound.”
Early Sunday morning, bread and wine
Were placed on a table, and in due time
Lifted before the body while proclaiming “This is…”
I wondered: Was “This is” a pointer like the
Letter, or an expression like the kiss?
Having no time then to think it through,
I contented myself to break the bread and
Spoke to the people the words of our Lord,
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst,
For they shall be filled.”