Creation shimmers with the light of the Divine;
there is no separation between holy and profane
when we live the sacred moment and profess
our love for all these creatures with whom
we share this wondrous life.
I was in a donut shop yesterday morning
(dull temple of consumption and banality),
a low grade sadness at the news of the world
wearing heavily upon my heart;
then, a beautiful baby smiled on me,
and a beautiful boy smiled on the baby,
and I exchanged a light word with a woman
who also waited for bagels:
and in the flash of these simple, unremarkable moments,
I knew then and there that I was in
the presence of the Divine.
Those moments changed nothing, and yet—
they changed everything;
a strange, remarkable calmness
pervaded my being the remainder of the day,
a calmness which the world might not see
but which became part of every breath I took.
And so, I was able, if not to climb mountains
(though I must admit I didn’t try)
at least to withstand the bombardments of temper,
and to stay above the fray, and walk away,
and finish my chores, my duties met;
find great mirth in a sudden smile, a well-carved word,
and go to bed and sleep a steady, dreamless sleep,
waking again this day in the presence of God ,
as long as this holy moment lives within me,
and dances in the epic simplicity of my smile.
10/27/02 - 3/23/03