Waking

The mysteries of the kingdom of heaven are revealed to you; happy are your eyes because they see, your ears because they hear. Because I have made known to you everything I have learned from my Father.
                                                                       Responsory Universalis   

I cannot get away from 

the holy.

It greets me with large-gentle hands and arms around 

 the morning
 like buttery light

over our waking:

it comes with the sound of small feet

over the floor boards

carrying questions

and the tousled realms of dream 

tangling our stepping over 

the sills of dawn;

it comes in what needs to be done

and what won't get done;

it comes in our loving 

and our turning away 

from loving--
in our forgiving
and our being forgiven

all the same;

it comes and does not have other places to be

like the love of our Lord,

the loveliest guest, 

here and everywhere

and nowhere;

it remains like our very breath

in the rooms of our hours

and becomes the rich 

and beautiful

song 

we are singing

through each other

while just opening 
our eyes.

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