The Sacred Now

The supreme gift
God Himself formed
in a moment
and I miss it
again and again
my shoes pinching my toes
as I run faster and
faster looking for what
I already have.

I need to throw off my shoes
feel my toes sink
into the sacred earth
shake dew drops from
feet washed in grass
wet with morn.

Here is the only place
I can love God
here, now
the sacred place
where God patiently
waits for me
to stop chasing my tail
to sin in quiet expectation
to be in the holy now.

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4 Responses to The Sacred Now

  1. chris jensen says:

    Always about god…

    Did i see a type-oooo?

    hugs chris

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