Walk carefully

with eyes wide,

for we tread on holy ground,

a sacramental universe

full of blazing stars

and burning bushes.

Everywhere I look I see

trees like angels

and gulls soaring

on the breath of God.

Thin places abound

where breezes whisper

of love and longing

and seas sensually caress

coral shores.

Everywhere we look we see

infinite skies

reaching for the hem of heaven

where time and space run backwards

curses reverse

and shame is healed.

 

Every leaf and stone,

every meteor or star,

every mountain top

or grain of sand,

every human heart and eye,

every tear or sigh,

every lovers glance,

every open hand,

every cricket singing,

every atom spinning,

every sparrow falling,

every creature living

is a sacrament, a sign,

a blessed, holy thing

calling us to see and know:

 

that Emmanuel made flesh holy,

that a curtain has been rent.

 

And so now:

heaven is invading earth,

with a lovers holy passion.

 

Kristin Jack