I recently took a solitary week-long writing retreat to Goodhart, on Northern Lake Michigan. My wife and other family members eventually joined me for Thanksgiving. I was occasionally lonely before they arrived – thank God for WiFi in remote locations and National Public Radio! – but I also enjoyed the solitude and wrote productively during my retreat. This week I am posting one of several poems I wrote while in Goodhart. This poem stems from a trip to Italy, from which my wife and I have only recently returned. While in Italy I did, indeed, have the experience described in this poem, and the only thing to which I can attribute my reaction is the power of the story being told. See Luke 23:32-43.
THE POWER OF STORY In the lower basilica of Assisi a fresco shows Jesus on the cross between two thieves. I asked my wife - long fallen away from her Catholic past - if she knew why one thief wore a halo, while the other's face was hidden. “Because the thief with the halo believed” she replied, “and Jesus told him, Tonight you will be with me in Heaven.” And I found myself choking on emotion, and holding back unbidden tears. (Goodhart Michigan, November 2022)
Two views of the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi.
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4 thoughts on “THE POWER OF STORY, a poem”
Thank you for sharing…sounds like a spiritual awakening moment.
Also our deepest sympathies to you and your families on the loss of your granddaughter. May she rest in eternal peace.
Deb and Don