A triple feast day proclaims the goodness of God:
a servant to the poor, Basil
a chapel for Franciscans devoted to Mary, the mother of God
and a combination of dreams and awe.
I pause with amazement and praise.
Abundance gathered in a year now proclaimed:
infants in arms
being a mother, Godmother I mean
stars, falling across black expanse
new brown clothes
bread, water, wine
sharing with students
something like success
dark, communion, monks, saints
adoration, candles, flowers, prayer
good novels
expanded consciousness and self-understanding
messy Jesus business
claiming an identity
laughter with community
fires, songs, secrets
music, mystery, tears
quinoa salad
truth told
adventures in bliss, boats
the best wedding ever
union with God
new friends in
old friends out
powerful poetry
a preaching debut
earth between fingers, toes
seeds planted, weeds grow
thunder, blizzards, heat, fog
floods, tornadoes, waterspout
tall trees, simple ferns
scrapes, bruises, blood
stones gathered on shores
city views
fine dining
movie theaters
simplicity sought
yoga, stretching, aching
dancing out loud
for justice and peace
a cluttered colorful room
questions, transitions
adulthood has officially arrived
all that has been
prepared me deeply
for more fine, spirited, sacred
good gospel living
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