Separate whorls in the river, floating by,
ever changing, cannot be held,
disparate threads.

Be at peace, for I God am with you
But the whorls twist and furl and never coalesce
Always moving, separate.

'Bread of Life'
'Food for the Journey'
God is love, sharing Himself,
Sacrifice, emptying himself.

A Catholic edifice,
lots of words
But where were you God when my world fell apart?
So now I fear the loss.

They say you rose and they say they know deep joy

But it is the whorls and the sunset
and the birds diving their farewells to the day
where I know your whispers

Disparate threads.

How can I refuse such nourishment
But how can I return to it
when the river holds my creed,
but the Creed I know not.
St Francis, pray for me.

If You are there where the red light announces,
I should just run and jump in and hold on
and forget the whorls.
But are you there?
Help me Lord.
I can't go to Confession on a 'Maybe'.