The sacred

I am not looking for some god,

or any transcendent being who

mocks my fragility from afar

and then asks for homage.

 

No, indeed, I am looking for the sacred,

looking for it in the strangest ordinary places:

in the glances that speak in whispers of

love and pain and the courage to live today.

 

I am looking for the sacred in the

tender bleeding moments that are seen in the looking,

and in the gentleness that comes in

dark and lonely corners of wretchedness and despair.

 

Walk with me, O you soul that

hungers to search like me,

walk and see the sacred alive and glorious

In the hidden, secret and unseen.

 

25/11/2017

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