Make me Holy!

 

sometimes

I am tempted

to think that the Sacred 

has somehow disappeared

 

and then

It 

reminds me

with a sunrise

a sunset

with the beauty of spring's new birth

and the enthusiasm

of a young child

 

with the smell of the pines

on a warm afternoon

 

that the Sacred is everywhere

everywhere

if I only have eyes to see

 

sometimes

I wish

that the Sacred could be present in me

indelibly 

 

"God" I say

"make me holy"

and God says

"What is the problem, you already are"

awaken

to your own sacred presence