My words reveal genuine intentions, but intentions don’t always materialize into action no matter how much I intend them. So, I confess that I am still perplexed over this year’s Lenten observance…in spite of my aim to stand with open hands (and with patience for goodness sake!) to welcome that which comes my way to teach me.
My spiritual director listened as I expressed thoughts about this struggle to her and she pointed out that I am indeed in my own kind of Lenten wilderness. We laughed and light-heartedly declared that I will ‘wallow in ordinary’ during this puzzling time.
That night, sleet came in icy streaks from the sky then snow fell on top of it. In an abundance of caution, area schools and businesses closed so I found myself waking up to a ‘snow day’!
And that is where God found me, wallowing in ordinary, of course.
A poem resulted, describing my morning experience, and I am sharing it here.
May we all be blessed with this kind of ordinary. Amen
Snow Day Miracle
It could only happen
when mandate of marketplace
and clamor of commerce quieted,
when schedules were scratched
and the barren busyness
froze as still
as the white
shroud of snowfall at night:
heaven’s halt for the hectic
to pause enough for breath,
as if life depends upon breathing.
It was then
the Flicker, who was dressed
in red scarf and spotted plume vest,
balanced on the blackjack branch
and the sparrow beside the finch
danced in diamond dazzled drifts,
sharing seeds with the squirrels.
Blue embers blazed in the hearth
while blanket embraced,
both warming the morning.
a glance down toward teacup
to marvel the miracle
of steam rising.
-Kerry Horst –