The letter A is the River Charles. Dirty water, the Longfellow Bridge, the regatta every October.
The letter E is the clear cool bell ringing for mid-morning prayer at the Trappist abbey in Spencer.
The letter I is the noontime glare of the desert sun on the woman at the well in Samaria.
The letter O is the full moon, magisterial clock without hands, whose face gives light to scientists, to poets, to lunatics.
The letter U is a cornucopia of gratitude and generosity, the fruits of the Spirit, abundant and free.
The letter Y is an agile gymnast, standing on her hands at the balance beam.