The spirit that breathes in all living things confounds explanation.
But don’t think too hard about it
or you may lose it.
We – who are surrounded by life –
can be buoyed by miracles
if we choose
or remember to.
One might see the ordinary as extraordinary
the mundane as miraculous
for things such as these are holy:
the call of a child’s hello crossing the threshold home,
a tree weathering a storm,
a hen atop her eggs,
laughter again at the same old joke,
the wag of the tail,
the burst of a leaf through the wall of a bud,
the arrival of wintering wrens back to the yard,
shared bread and banter around the table,
and being held
and loving back.
when you seek holy ground
you are the vessel, too.
Sanctity is everywhere.
Where you stand,
wherever you stand,
is holy ground.