Holiness is everywhere.
The arranged flowers in a vase
on the edge of life and death
offering endless beauty;
in two small palms of a child
offering a share of her chocolate cake.
In the carved wrinkles
on a mother’s face
tracking time;
beholding love.

Holiness is everywhere.
Behind the eyes,
the unmoved presence returns
to the story of creation;
sky blooms in forgiveness.

The graceful walls of soul
silently holding us to the end of
all weeping and blaming.
When heart reaches its wisdom,
heaven shakes.
In arrival of the dazzling flight,
effortless joy,
drawing us close
to the orbits of earth.

I become you,
brightened by the truth
neither a saint, nor a sinner,
what is left from the story
is a pure light.