A NOTE TO DAME JULIAN
This morning I saw what you saw.
Not a hazelnut, but a photograph
taken from Saturn—
a speck of yellow against the dark—
and not all that is made,
only our world with its little gray moon.
So many have left off believing
that we’re kept, and loved.
Strange, isn’t it,
when you know we can’t know
the whole Body of God—
just the sacrament,
this outward and outward sign.