A poem for Bishop Cuerva, after watching the Sunday Mass just now.

 BEYOND ALL HOPE!

(Sunday, April 28, 2024
12:19 PM By Karla. Picture is my avocado tree that I grew from a seed)

Do you hear me?
Do you care?
Can we depend
That you'll be there?

Maybe I'm asking
for too much...

Have to limit
My heart's desire,
Flaming, burning,
Needing fuel
like a wild fire.

At first, all I'm asking
Is a little more kindness
That can kindle
Like the coals burning within
To spread like wildfires
To promised glories
Without any end.

I feel profoundly
That you hear me.
The joy swells!

So patience, heart,
Listen closely,
To the peripecia and

unexpected events 
History tells...

Grow your own seeds!

Build your own brick road!

Make your history better!