From the Celebrating Mystery collection
Remembering our ancestors gives life to ourselves and also to them, for we are our ancestors and they are us.
A meandering stream runs close to a rural church dear to his childhood With clear water in springtime, turned a sullied brown by summer's end
As our lives tread onward, we find ourselves on the Earth side of a "door" Mortality certain to face us, we wonder what's beyond --what is the "more?"
It was carved with hand tools on a rough slab of native red rock: “Marcelito L. Baca - murio a la edad de