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When I was present to him I saw his crinkled little brow of curiosity looking at the commonplace. Such seeing changed my day. When I was present to her I saw her dark eyes shine while the rest of her danced with delight. Such being invited me to play. When I was present to him I saw his furrowed brow and tired eyes and I was invited into silence. Such sharing meant more than I could say. ____________________________ I wrote this poem in 2012 after being curious about what would happen if I was present to my ordinary surroundings for fifteen minutes. Knowing so much of my time can be filled with my to-do list (of which spiritual practice can be a part), I decided to "throw a stick in the spokes" of my day. Am I ever glad I did! I saw my family members in such a different way in a mere quarter of an hour. And in seeing them, I felt seen by God and was invited into seeing as God sees...and isn't that the whole point of spiritual practice?! Try it. Whether or not there are other humans in your house, be curious as to what you see and how it/they "speak."  The 3 humans in my house (and featured in this poem) in 2012. Comments are closed.
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AuthorKasey is a scarf, ball and club juggling spiritual director just outside of Nashville, TN. Play helps her Type-A, Enneagram 1 personality relax, creating space for poetry and other words to emerge. She also likes playing with theological ideas like perichoresis, and all the ways we're invited into this Triune dance. Archives
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