The sacred rips at me everyday.

Those moments of special import.

Captured in a flash;

held in eternity’s breath.

A smile, yes.

A touch transferred whole.

The little and the big as one.

All and nothing, it seems,

in an embrace.

Lost to those without the eyes

to see the divine alive.

Turn your head and miss 

the sacred fleeting on display.

 

4/6/2019