An ordinary life you have,
like baked bread, the aroma of love,
like old wood, edges worn from kindness.
In a moment's pause, a small step aside
from the rush, the proof—
the abyss opens. Heaven inhales.
Deep, wordless, you sense
wings, breathing, Presence.
Sunlight on a plain rock,
music of a flower not usual
for this season: You are Beloved.
The Infinite names you, adores,
finds in you, in your flesh, your voice,
your hands, a place to live.
What is within you is holy.
What is of you is of God, Mystery
spiraling out from you like a nebula, a child.
You will not cease being ordinary,
nor feel different. You will bear
the Divine made infant into the world
if only moment
by moment you say
—December 16, 2014