There is a wisdom in things
like the stillness of a lake,
or the mist rising from the sea...

A vastness around us,
lying in wait
for those moments
the veil of tears that surrounds us
falls...

and we see things
for a moment
as they truly are...

but, ah, so brief,
like heat lightening,
in the distance,
is this great presence of God
waiting to be known,

so much
we can't grasp
cannot hold...

Yet,
somehow,
the smallness that we are,
seems necessary
so we can be broken
and thus known,

by that which is beyond us,
and, yes, inside of us,

dying, yes, dying to be known...

break me open this day
God,

make me bread for your table,

and allow me to remember,
your presence,
flickering in the distance,
which is really,

inside of me...


--Michael DeMaria
http://www.ontos.org
first published in "Presence," October 2004

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