Sister Poetry

Some say he was a dreamer.

Ah, but so much more.

It has been told that in the silence of his dreams,

He heard the whisper of the Divine.

And in that whisper, heart touched,

He believed.

He the soul deep listener of dreams,

Beckoned to journey-

Through all doubts

Beyond deepest pain

Forever to new horizons.

He held to the mystery unreservedly.

Embracing the unknown tomorrows.

And in his letting go, he did not walk alone.

Her fiat yes, entwined with his.

Offering all to Love.

Cradling the Divine.