The National Catholic Review

Here is the coin carried by John of the Cross.
On one side: todo—everything—the gift.
On the other: nada—nothing—vacant space.
He fingered this penny every day,
touched the gift of God’s impinging love,
caressing the pain and suffering of empty space.
Well worn, this copper piece,
calluses on both thumb and forefinger.
John was in touch with the mystery,
the paradox of everything and nothing,
of life coming through Jesus
and a dying unto oneself.

Most Rev. Robert F. Morneau is auxiliary bishop of the diocese of Green Bay, Wis. This poem first appeared in The Color of Gratitude (Orbis).

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