A poem about the sacredness in small things.
(Image description: A photo of a heart-shaped flame in the darkness.) Credit: Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash
Spiritual Things
What is “spiritual”?
Three syllables
Brief, yet profoundly deep
I can’t name what is spiritual
Infinite in its forms
At times ineffable
It’s more of a sensation
The surprise of green leaves
that weren’t there yesterday
but catch your eyes’ delight
Whispered blessing over coffee
the stir of a spoon
now a gentle arc of a pilgrimage
The sliding of sleeves onto arms
as a favorite garment is donned
only to be missed when not in use
The soft jingle of earrings
as fingers brush against them
like tiny bells calling lost loved ones
Small things
near infinite things
lighting the flame of my heart
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