By Mike Martin
I wake to many things just for today
Rising from my bed after
The quickly falling night hours
Into the breath of stillness,
The mystery of beauty,
Promise of a new day,
The summons of emerging light.
God were that small,
It only takes a spark we sing, To get a fire going. I say it only takes love, All its infallible energies.
I heard a story teller tell about this spark, Yet she called it a cathedral, or At least I do, Her arms making a circle Speaking about love reaching high and wide, The buttresses and intricacies of what is fixed Yet truly wide open, The attention to the present, An invitation to fling our nets out of our boats Into the promise One more time.
I wake to these sparks These cathedrals, knowing My challenge is to draw these circles wider and wider Stretching out like the sky, Still, yet present, Extravagant in its power.
The wind rises, quickens, As if asking the question what do we not Yet know of love?
Mike is a family therapist in Birmingham, AL. He is also an ordained minister.