It was a weekday Mass, and we were spread
Pretty thin. You know, one to a pew
Or maybe two.
The Our Father came, time to hold hands
And the elderly Korean lady in front of me reached
Out to her left to her equally ancient friend
And grasped her hand. Then reached back to the right
Towards me, and left her hand outstretched.
I took it.
We never held hands at Our Lady of Good Counsel.
Father was old school and did not approve.
But I could not help but notice that in reaching
And stretching herself for her neighbor, left and right,
She shaped herself into a cross.