Therese
Therese of the little child Jesus,
You think you are so clever
by taking the elevator to heaven
instead of the stairs.
You make yourself smaller than a seed
and hide love in your trust.
We appear more clever still
by trusting in nothing
except evidence and matter.
We perform greater works than these.
What's a simple elevator
to a tin can in space
sent into the stars
to plant moon trees?
But the truth is we only try,
for every tree there is a thousand seeds.
Even we believe in possibilities.
Two truths, trusting and trying,
To test our ingenuity.
What is trying, but a seed.
the farming of failures in hazardous weather
to harvest a bud of truth.
What is trust to be called, but a shower of roses,
A beautiful garden in bloom.
