At the Station
by Anya Krugovoy Silver
When the girl got off the train at the college town,
she leapt up and wrapped her legs around the waist
of the boy she’d come to visit, and they spun
around, embracing and shrieking with joy.
Their love set off a piccolo’s vibration.
Those years are gone for us—I see you every day,
we eat meals together from decades-old plates.
But when we lie in bed at night, you take my hand
and I feel the orb that’s formed around us tighten,
while you and I, like knitting needles in a ball
of yarn, lie beside each other, fingers touching.
“At the Station” by Anya Krugovoy Silver from nothing. © Louisiana State University Press, 2016. Reprinted with permission.
WEDNESDAY APRIL 26, 2023
“The Lord is happy whenever we open ourselves to him. There is a good way of doing this, it consists of dedicating some time, every evening, to a brief examination of conscience. We can begin today, to dedicate this evening a moment of prayer during which we ask ourselves: how was my day? What were its joys, what were its sorrows, what were its mundanities, what happened? What were the pearls of the day, possibly hidden, to be thankful for? Was there a little love in what I did? And what are the falls, the sadness, the doubts and fears to bring to Jesus so that He can open new ways to me, to learn gradually to look at things with different eyes, with his eyes and not just our own. May Mary, wise Virgin, help us to recognize Jesus who walks with us and to reread- the word: re-read – every day of our life in front of him.”
Pope Francis
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 