dawning, opening, holy
that the holy is in tree frogs and incessantly barking dogs and crying babies and loving embraces; holy in the tiny and the terrible. Divine love resides in the here and there and now, waiting for us to see and respond. Until love is manifested in all and each, opportunities abound for new light, new ways of seeing. Love opens our eyes to the seed of the beautiful.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019