The Golden Shadow Box
A portrait of Susie Chan
We look, as from the branches of a tree,
Down into the golden shadow box
That is our fleeting world, and there we see
Susie at work as though she were at play,
Preparing food for friends. Not all the clocks
And countdowns of old Time can take away
From this clear moment, this eternal now,
This present all lit up with golden rays,
And held in heaven by the Saviour’s grace,
Sufficient for us, just as it is given.
For His Love met her hospitality,
To lift her from these shadows, to the bough
Of that great tree whose branches are in heaven,
Whose roots she deepened by her charity.