and let’s look deeper.
Deeper than this house and this car
Deeper than these dishes and
that overdue insurance payment.
Deeper even than our child’s snotty nose.
Do you see?
Beneath it all, a silent wind is blowing.
Some unseen hand, it orchestrates
this dance that we call life
that we judge graceful or mundane.
Some precious presence permeates
as we are played, like violins…
harmonic and discordant strings.
By some eternal essence
we are gathered and drawn,
in a rising crescendo
a sound wave of song
and flung back to the shore.
My love, will you listen
and look deeper with me?
Together we might hear and see
how easily the stuff of the world
like dust on the wind
leaving only the holy desert of the Heart.
It is such a simple, subtle step
to turn our senses here
…alone, or when I take your hand…
and find the ground on which we stand.