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.