Prophets are like windows
walking around in the world,
windows to the Divine
The Light shines through them
so beautifully that their faces shine
like Moses in the desert
Their face becomes a witness
because you know they’ve seen God,
their lives a story to tell
The humble housewife, the teacher
the garbage collector, the monk,
they come in many forms
Some more hidden than others
Radically diverse apostolates
yet one thing in common
They preach the Gospel
more with their lives than with their words
They are messengers of God
