“We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the
eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an
eternal continuity that keeps us.”
― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of
Invocations and Blessings
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in the evening
my tired soul
is often scattered
broken apart
by the way of the world
by apathy
and betrayal
ingratitude
i have wandered through my day
carrying the burden
of anger
and resentment
I have let others erode me
until I almost disappear
and then
in ordinary moments
eucharist happens
moments of sacred favor
which come in common ways
a smile, a hug
sunrise, sunset
a moment of solitude
and then
the day becomes a holy place
and I reborn
find
if only for a moment
the eternal
me
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