Our world is fragile
yet crocuses cup sunshine
and daffodils bloom

Our world is fragile
yet crocuses cup sunshine
and daffodils bloom


This life–
so beautiful and terrible,
so full of horror and sunsets,
of crushing sadness,
kissable babies toes,
and mellow evening skies through the treetops.
This world of ours,
pulsing with life,
yet ever falling into death.
What is is life, Lord, without you,
who holds all things in being,
from inexpressible richness
to indescribable pain,
from grandmother’s smiles
to pizza.
You stretch our caterpillar spirits,
–too often content
to curl up comfortably at home
in our protective layer of fur–
until we become as expansive as butterflies,
wings dancing across the entire sky,
exposed to the sun and wind and starlight,
and intimately close to you–
face to face,
forever.
How easy it is
to live on the busy surface of things
mind scattered and forgetful
of the heart’s guest
glowing within
Let me be silent enough
to hear the comforting crackles
of the inner fire
Open my eyes to see
Your light flooding out
from my soul
as from a lantern
in a dark forest
You are with me
in each step
each movement infused with You
each work I do in harmony with You
a work of God
walking with me
lighting my path
I carry my heart up to You
as I carry the laundry up the stairs
bearing this mortal weight
on its journey to Heaven
How humble You are, Lord
choosing to dwell among us
filling our souls with Your fire
never leaving us alone
if only we can remember
to silently seek You and discover anew
that we are ever encompassed by Your love