A Series of Poems from El Retiro
By: Christine Rodgers, July 2008
Seven
Sometimes
it is
overwhelming
to keep my
gaze upon
the altar – the
cross – the holy
dome where You
dwell next to the
burning lamp.
I lower my eyes
and find a small
square of light
resting on my
dress. I come
back to the
beginning. I
come back to
the Light.
