I wake up
and here I am:
lying at your altar
uncertain
how I got here
or why.

I rejoice, give thanks, and journey on
only to waken
and find myself at your altar
once again.

Journey by journey
altar by altar
wakening by wakening

the swallow and the sparrow
sing me into grace

until I see altars everywhere

and know
that they all
are One.

In the space between the doing
and the being
and the becoming
there simply is.

There
in that briefest of infinities
we meet God
and with a single breath
all
becomes sacred.

I wrote this recently partway through an email to a friend - an email about the logistics of getting our two families together.  Sometimes, the sacred surprises me in the middle of the mundane.

I thought that perhaps it was time to pay attention to this site again, to begin to share some of the poems that have bubbled to the surface of the silence recently, and to perhaps re-encounter some poems I've written in the past.

I'm not quite sure where this blog is going to go, or even whether I want a blog, but here I am.  And here you are too.  Welcome.