"Smells of Good Food"
by Saint Catherine of Siena
"Truth never frightens.
I remember once walking out in the winter
to greet my father as he returned from work.
He was a little late that night
and I waited by the street corner near our house.
The cold can enliven thanks, my wool coat
became a sacred robe,
how happy I felt to be alive.
I waited in a world of magic,
smells of good food,
the street lamps, the smoke coming from chimneys,
the candles burning in the windows,
the snow.
Angels feasted, as I did, on existence
and God kept saying
"Have more of what I made."
I saw him coming. We ran into each other's arms
and he lifted me as he so often had --
twirled me through the air
his hands beneath my arms.
That is what truth does:
lifts and lets us
fly."
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