I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
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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