Whole

Chartres Cathedral Rose Window

And you

like a stained glass window

through which the light shines

At the memorial service

They play Bach on the piano

And I am transported into my childhood bed

where I lay early one Sunday morn

Downstairs my mother’s fingers dance

Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring

Almost three hundred years ago

Melodic Mathematics

expressing his love of God

Who died upon a cross

seventeen hundred years earlier

Dusty dry backwaters of an Empire

Fishermen and a carpenter

the wood from which

my rocking chair was carved

I sat in the dark

and nursed my babe

Sublime suckling

Her art hanging on the wall

Where she taped it today

Tonight the glow

of a distant star

at last reaches my eye

after eighty thousand years

All things are woven together

And the circle is whole