Holiness comes wrapped in the ordinary. There are burning bushes all around you. Every tree is full of angels. Hidden beauty is waiting in every crumb. ~ Macrina Wiederkehr, O.S.B
Ordinary holiness,
a blessed existence,
a consciousness
of the presence of God,
of the potential for miracles,
of the significance of the moment.
Trees full of angels,
glory in the rocks underfoot,
in the struggling leaves
of a repotted plant,
in the potential of a seed.
The glory of living among folks
of uncommon promise,
of unknown potential,
of being one of them
unafraid to find out
just how neat I can be.
a blessed existence,
a consciousness
of the presence of God,
of the potential for miracles,
of the significance of the moment.
Trees full of angels,
glory in the rocks underfoot,
in the struggling leaves
of a repotted plant,
in the potential of a seed.
The glory of living among folks
of uncommon promise,
of unknown potential,
of being one of them
unafraid to find out
just how neat I can be.
