Feast of All Saints, 11/1

We call them our "ancestors,"

but it's really our

ancient golden selves

we're seeking.

We call them the

"communion of saints,"

but it's really our

unborn original tears

we feel swirling and

kicking inside us,

embryos of eternity,

our own hearts

longing to beat again

here in the darkness,

here in the light.

Now is the time to

forget everything

but who You really Are.

Tapestry: by John Nava, Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels, Los Angeles