Bare feet slap the earth, searching for
consort with rhythms of the earth,
probing, connecting at deep warm
Fr. Jack was a happy man
who fell in love with his people
and flowed to their gods.
He could have been seen
as a failure, but the joy in
his eyes stayed present.
Spiritually connected, loving
the power and joy of what
they taught him.
Of being alive in the midst of hurt,
of dancing and feeling and hope
that outlasts the hard.
Beneath, beyond, beloved
he saw the Lord through
And stayed humble and whole
fragile and human, vibrant in his weakness
a priest indeed.