Does it matter

That in some times, some places

The often terrible divide between

Heaven and earth is thin

If you aren't there?

Does it shape souls that God came

Walking, laughing, loving, dying, rising among us

If we first drew breath

Much, much later?

Do the crosses and grandparents' homes,

The hills and churches and woods,

Give life and love, fun and peace

When far away, long ago?

Do the bread and wine of those times and places

Show the presence of the God who came

As the God who comes again and again

To all the hungry here and now

Of hearts in yearning?

Can those hearts, those souls

Enter again those icons,

Drink again that bread,

Sip that wine?

A voice says,

"Be still ... and know."