what today is heralding the holy?

what is calling out to you in the midst?

right where there are walls, wonderings, hosts of unanswered questions

what is waiting to emerge, be revealed, discovered, glimpsed, gleaned?

wilderness moments are ripe with offerings,

not the wastelands we perceive them to be

fruitful pause before spring

when all is quiet

poignant with promise

gracious unfurling

for Moses it was a burning bush, a voice to waken

the ground was holy

he had to stand on it with both feet

“Think of this, dear reader, for it will lift the sackcloth from your eyes, and you will behold the soft-winged dove descending upon you. The very circumstance, which your suffering sense deems wrathful and afflictive, Love can make an angel entertained unawares. Then thought gently whispers: ‘Come hither!'” Mary Baker Eddy from Science and Health

“Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” Rumi

“All day
on their airy backbones
they toss in the wind,

they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend,
they rise in a stiff sweetness,
in the pure peace of giving
one’s gold away.” from Goldenrod by Mary Oliver

“Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; ands the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” Psalms 141:2