Dora

Dora

A gift herself, she holds the open gift
Of God’s good word, which is her daily bread
And her delight. The sacred pages spread
Across her lap, and still her bright eyes lift,
Her finger points beyond these words towards
The Word himself in whose love she is held,
That she might share his love for all the world.
The Word that radiates through all the words
In every open Bible, speaks through her.
He breathes her into being for us all,
And even in the evening of her day
The promise of the coming dawn shines clear
Like light reflecting from old wood. Christ’s call
Is just as clear; she smiles and points the way.