When the Homily is about Immunology

Deep Roots

I'm not a poet and will never claim to be one. However, there are times when I'll tinker with words in order to express a deep sentiment. Such was the case recently during the Holy Week services when I found myself falling even more in love with the Church - and feeling more and more in touch with that continuum of ages. Please, poetry critics, resist any temptations you may have.


Graft me into the Living Tapestry;
That Great Tree, the continuum of ages.

I want deep roots,
that reach further down and further back
feeding life to me above and ahead.

I want to be nurtured like a sapling at the foot of the venerable sequoia;
New life sprouting forth from the ancient seed – wholly connected and undivided.

Dissect not for me a dead tree and in this manner teach me the “long since lost” way of the Tree,
and do not enlighten me with presumptuous understanding on how to emulate the Tree.

Graft me into the Living Tapestry;
That Great Tree, the continuum of ages.

I want deep roots.