I sat in the beautiful Chapel of All Saint’s
I paused for a moment.
Paused and opened the Book
I prayed
there in that chapel,
from somewhere deep within me
I heard the words
“feed my lambs.”

holy moments, which are
surrounded and enfolded
in the mundane
moments of life.
God speaks to creation
in the embrace of a loved one,
in the smile of a stranger,
in the honoring and remembering
of the saints of God.

I am thankful for

the sacred
amid the chaos
the veil between
this world and the next
appeared to become for a moment
thinner, and I was able to catch
a glimpse of the Holy.