Gerald Schmitz photo
I know Paul, how the road felt as it came up to meet your face.
Yours was stones and clay
the stuff of Adam and new creation.
Mine was snow and ice, water, the stuff of death and birth
So Paul how long did it take you
to stop cursing the weather,
the dust up your nose and
the stubborn, stupid animal
the causes of your downfall?
How long did it take to realize
who was the stubborn animal on that road
and see the hand of God?
I understand it took you only a few days.
but then of course you are a saint and I —
I am only me
By Jo Oliver