A Sense of Humor

     I read about a mystic’s sight suffused

in strangely golden light that seems to reveal more in

all she sees, a hidden depth of unity. And I admit to

feeling envy and say to the One, “I would like that,

too. What about me?”

     Another day I lead a morning’s silent prayer

Within a darkened chapel. Eyes closed until the

Ending chime, I grow aware of changing light,

gradually rising until a burst of bright. Yes, golden! I

breathe faster, with quickening pulse, thinking “Is it really? Can it be?”

     I open my eyes to see—it is the sun, risen and

shining through a stained glass pane, a warming

beam falling on my little chair, and I think, “Oh, that is all.

Just the sun.”

     (Just the sun?)

     I think I hear a prankster’s laugh and “Gotcha!”

     “Yes,” I say, smiling now, “You do at that.”

                                                      — Associate Sean Bradley, Spiritual Care Coordinator