September 12, 2023
Reflection
SITTING
THERE
Drove by two cemeteries
on my way home this afternoon.
Hard stone reminders sitting there
in the shaking green grass.
Came across a memorial card
this evening in a book
I never finished – it too giving
me pause – death is in the wing.
Hold it.
Hold still.
There better be a morning
after these hard rock and paper
warnings – that there are term limits.
© Reflections,
Andy Costello
September 11, 2023
Reflection
THE MOTH
A tan moth is flying by
as I’m sitting here on the screened porch.
Is that it?
Is he gone from my life
as fast as he just flew in?
Did he or she do what they
were supposed to do?
I don’t know.
And by the way is there something
I’m supposed to be doing
other than just sitting here -
thinking - on a screened in porch?
© Reflections,
Andy Costello
September 9, 2023
Reflection
BROKEN BREAD
The broken bread
can unite us because
all of us have been broken,
all of us have been hurt.
Like last night a nasty word –
or that rejection last night.
Yet we stand with, around
and behind each other
at this morning Mass.
We move forward, toward the altar
to receive the broken bread
which brings us back together
again – whole and undivided –
one loaf of bread – one with,
around and in each other.
