I would love to tell you I had
an epiphany in the middle of lent:
an earth-shattering, horizon-bending,
blaze of understanding and insight
that changed everything for me.
My day, however, spelled out
in much smaller steps, turns of
phrase, incremental graces: a call
from a friend, homemade marinara,
sunshine on my lunch hour.
My heart feels like the tail
of the lion outside the library,
worn smooth by hands on humanity:
even statues can come to life
when love shows up everyday.
Peace
Milton
Thank you.
I think what is wonderful is that epiphanies happen all the time when we are open to them. Today I saw a bank of flower petals like snow by the side of the road. And homemade marinara sauce is ALWAYS a blessing. Thanks.