Perspective

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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.