Foi en traduction (Faith in Translation)

for my grandparents
it was rain after weeks without

it was held in grandfather’s healing palms
for which families traveled
from distant parishes
to receive his touch
and hear his words

it was the rosary
performed in French
on television
before the sun kissed
each day awake

it was the promise
that never left the dead alone
before they were buried

it was endless giving
of the little they had
always room for one more
at the table

it was a light
that could only be seen
with the heart
burning so bright
it poured from them
in every action and word

it was forgiveness
for every transgression
no matter how deep the wound
how long the scar

it was a blindness
that permitted them to see
good in everyone

it was not
the reason for life
it was life
itself