Can you see the divine?
In the smell of approaching rain,
That inimitable scent,
Sulfur and iron blending in the wind.
In the feel of paper,
The jagged, indented bark of a tree,
A dry leaf exposing white veins.
In the colors of the spectrum,
Red, yellow, blue, and green,
Reflecting off your dog’s hair.
In diamonds dancing,
Day and night,
On the ocean’s surface.
In the minutiae, in the grand,
In the process, in the outcome,
In dedication and devotion.
In the mundane,
The circular motion washing dishes,
The back and forth vacuuming,
The lines folding laundry.
In the dark,
In despair,
In death.
In deafening silence,
In solitude.
In the invisible and imperceptible,
In the unknown and unknowable.
In emptiness, absence and space,
In communion.
We are amongst atoms of divinity,
Moving, immersed in an ocean,
Bathed in the divine.
In jubilation and joy,
Can you see it?
I love how you travel from the macro perspective to the micro and back again. How the divine is in every moment, it is a matter of whether we choose to see it or not, can see it or not, or are aware of it or not.
Hard for me to pick a favorite line from this. This one really jumped out at me “The jagged, indented bark of a tree” because it pulled me to thinking about running my hand along that indented bark on a tree’s trunk.
Great visuals! As always I’m going to reread it several more times!