Seeing the Sacred

Seeing the Sacred

My life is crap.
I am really struggling.
I can’t catch a break.
Give thanks for what?
In the midst of the storms,
it is hard to see the sacred.
Hidden in the everyday,
in the ordinary,
are moments of sanctity,
beauty,
blessings,
and awesomeness.
I can taste it in the sweetness of my tea.
I can feel it in the warmth
which radiates through me,
as I sit and hold it in my hands
and sip my tea.
I can experience it in the comfort it gives me
like a warm blanket hugging me
inside and out.

I smell it in the fragrance
which floats through our windows
from the freshly cut grass
perfuming my world.
I am surrounded by the sacred
hidden, yet not,
visible, but not,
quietly telling me I am here
with you and for you.
No matter what you are going through,
you are still surrounded by the sacred.

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In the Ordinary

In the Ordinary

It was just an ordinary message.
Nothing special,
just a message from a friend.
However, there was something about it
which kept bringing me back to it,
like one of those ordinary candies that make you want another bite,
or anything plain that you keep eating as if it is more then it is.
It is.
When I am reading something defined as holy,
like the Old Testament, the New Testament, the Koran, the Bhagavad Gita, or some other
holy text, I expect to find something
deep and inspirational in it.
However, sometimes it is
in the ordinary emails,
texts,
messages,
or post it notes,
that we find what we needed
at that very moment.
The Ultimate can speak to us
and through us in so many ways.
It is not that our prayers are not answered,
but that they are coming to us
in the ordinary.

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Greatness

It’s not the old time religion
which inspires me.
It is the old time wisdom
passed down from generations
which does, like what my Bubby
taught me about greatness.
Greatness, she would say,
is not about being great, but
about being humble,
ordinary, and
ignorant.

She would remind me
that I was great simply because
I am me. and she was great
simply because she was her.
Our greatness came because
we were all of who
we were created to be.

She taught me that what I viewed as ordinary,
others saw as
unique and different.
Where I thought I was ignorant
Others saw me as intelligent.
What made me great,
she would say,
is that I was humble
and gave thanks for
being the ordinary
and ignorant person
I was created to be

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