Divinity hides
In those tiny, dirty hands
That leave so many messes to clean up.
Divinity hides
In the bird singing in winter
That you listen to for a moment
Until your thoughts drown the holy sound.
Divinity hides
In the friend that still asks you how your day was
After a round of chemo.
We don't often see
The divinity
Because...When a miracle comes every day
We forget that it is a miracle.
We stand in awe of a sunset
Streams of mystery immersing us like baptism.
But we overlook that a kiss on the cheek
Deserves just as much awe.
God's breath is in our nostrils
Sustaining us
But we are barely aware
Like manna raining down
As we complain of our hunger.
We forget and forget and forget.
Because...When a miracle comes every day
We forget that it is a miracle.
We think that God is hiding
But really, he is in plain site
Right in front of our eyes.
In that crack in the sidewalk
With the tiny flower growing through
In the searching eyes
Of the man at the street corner in tattered clothes
Holding his sign
In that light in your window
Hands on your hands
The laughter of children at your doorstep
Bread at your table
Because...
When a miracle comes every day
We forget that it is a miracle.
Just for today
Can we breathe in our stories
Aware of the sacredness in our lungs?
Can we remember
That our heart beats...
A cadence that has kept us alive
From the moment we were born
Faithfully pulsing our seconds into years?
Can we remind ourselves
That our consciousness is the greatest of all mysteries?
Can we re-introduce ourselves
To the world we overlooked
Pregnant with life, immersing us like air?
Beauty below, above, behind, beside
That needs only for our eyes
To be lifted up from the concrete sidewalks?
Can we be more aware
That we are alive on a spinning planet
In the middle of light years of space
Than we are of problems
That we will forget in a year's time?
Can we remind ourselves
That the common is consecrated
The simple is sacred
And the things that are most ordinary
When we search them long enough
Are the things that are most extraordinary?
So dear ones,
Today, when our miracles come
(And they always do...)
May we remember
That they are miracles.