To Saints Catherine and Luke

Oil on canvas

30 by 40 cms

I dream of a bus in St. Ives,

Then my mother, along with my brother, who

Wish to take a walk.

Something, somewhere, is written in a book.

My daughter still coughs

But the song of the currawong reminds me

To lift up

My cup of hope,

To the Lord, so that He

May fill it.

Come Saint Catherine, be with

My eyes and my hands.

Come, Saint Luke,

Shine through my hands and my heart and

Let me Paint.