Dear Pope Francis preached at the Easter Vigil on Galilee. Curiously, I dabbled in writing a poem a few years ago on the same theme.
PS: I’m not a confident poet, so any helpful comments are appreciated! Happy Easter!
Going Back to Galilee (2012)
Going back to Galilee,
to where it all began.
My heart was alive, inflamed with love,
It was there I met a man…
His eyes were hazel, amber-like
And his face had lines of life
He had a past with shadow self
But a lightness of hope in time
I met him there, along the way
Unbothered in my stride
I sought him not nor noticed much
Until he was by my side.
A gospel of love he longed to preach
A heart-space of truth and light
The setting sun and the morning moon
With his words, now coincide.
Miracles did happen and
His stories gave me to peace
They challenged me, I was alive
And freely I followed with feet.
These feet, sometimes patted
Sometimes shuffled, sometimes stride
But follow all the same I did
With wings I could not hide.
Where is this man now of whom I write?
This vision of inner peace
This beauty, this beloved companion of mine
Is he only in Galilee?
Not true, not so, it cannot be!
Galilee was only the start
So many places we’ve travelled since
In spirit, in word and in heart.