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Monday, May 9, 2016

Eucharist of the Ordinary

We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the Eucharist of the ordinary happens
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an internal continuity that keeps us
             
John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us, The inner history or a day
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we come into the world unformed
children of the Sacred
undefined except by our Divine heritage

we are both visible and invisible
our bodies growing and being formed
and so too
our minds, and yes,
our souls

each day we live
is part of the creative process
with Sacred Presence
working within us

communion lived out
in small things
in a mother’s hug
in the rising of the sun
in the beauty of May flowers

each day we live,
being formed and re-formed,
our Sacred nature
is gradually becoming visible

sometimes, indeed,
becoming blurred
as we lose connection
and become fragmented

but always
with the rising of the sun
we are reclaimed
and reformed

and the journey continues

and we begin
and begin
again

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