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."