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This Life is a sacrament,
symbol and sign of some greater
truth; and yet, it is simply life, as well,
in all of its joy and pain:
sunrise and sunset; birth and death;
the steady march of years.
We live every moment
in the presence of the Divine;
our lives are bathed in pure holiness,
pervaded by the deep consciousness of
God’s presence, even beyond all knowing.
Yet in this very moment, too,
we live as children of this fulsome,
throbbing earth; lives packed full
with love and fear; jobs to do;
beauties that entice; evil that repels;
surrounded by great heroes and great fools.
If some ignore the Oneness of it all,
it is sheer indulgence;
narrow, shallow pleasure
of the most venal kind.
But cut off from our senses,
our knowing God becomes
arid and brittle; we dwell alone
among the children of the Earth.
Ecstasy is found between the two,
in the precious dance of worldliness and wisdom.
We see God’s face most clearly
in the smiles and tears, right here;
taste God in the sweet and bitter now;
still our hearts know that there is
an even more excellent ether to be breathed;
a more superb wine yet for us to drink.
jbs
5/30/02 - 9/18/05
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