I don’t love you
to the moon and back.
I love you to the ever-
extending curves of the multiverse
and
back
again.
Tag Archives: Mystery
Shifting Focus
The iced trees still reach skyward,
their sheathed branches waiting,
the crystal water sparkling like
a million earth-bound stars,
so many miniature spheres of fire
yet nothing melts.
The thing that covers us in grief,
ashen and blank,
covers us golden.
God beyond God
“God is always beyond God, the iconoclast par excellence,
who over and over breaks out of the forms and symbols of our making.”
~ Bernard J. Lee, SM
I stand at the sink
scrubbing the shiny steel pan
when my littlest one asks me to read.
I ask for his patience,
one, two, three times, and
so he reads to me,
“Mom is beautiful, her hair,
her face, she is beautiful.
Her heart is love.”
And then I know
the vast and mighty love
that pours itself from the smallest vessels.
