If you had faith like the grain of a mustard seed.
You could say to this mulberry tree be uprooted.
What from this can we read.
Where really are we rooted.

We were passing through the holy door.
And by Pope Francis’ tomb.
Faith was to the fore.
Quiet dignity of an ordinary tomb.

The consecration bell rang.
The priest raised the host.
My own faith sang.
I am not lost.

My heart inexplicably moved.
Fear and doubt removed.

…….

As the host is raised
Heart inexplicably moved
So now all is clear

….

See Luke 17 : 5-10