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.