The dollar bill was as big as she,
but in the fathers face I would see,
a joy in allowing children to partake,
in the mass where they also could make,
a loving family part of the holy three.
Three children were there on the pew,
while at the Eucharist, they also grew;
Perhaps not as quickly as we who did see,
yet another resurrection of the trinity,
and all of us had a chance to renew.
Renew we did with the homily in the mass,
then the collection plate came but would pass,
as the little girl put up her small sleeve,
the dollar her father gave her to believe,
and a second homily by this wee small lass.
Lass's father gestured that would be all right,
the dollar bill was then held by her tight
and the look on her mother's face we'd see,
the way only a mother of children can plea,
when the usher returned their eyes did light.
Light is abundant in each Eucharist we attend,
while the other signs the parish will send
if we stay attuned to the reason we are here;
The blood and bread become abundantly clear
and a renewed spirit daily we can always depend. |
