During the day
there are those brief moments,
a connection or reconnection
having lunch with a friend,
sharing good bread, cold butter,
tomato bisque or great pea soup with ham,
a funny wise crack at work,
or a slip of the tongue, the laugh,
or even a moment of pain,
being hurt, ignored, or simply
forgotten – and the day ticks on,
and then those moments are forgotten
before sunset or supper,
but sometimes in the night,
before going to sleep,
these moments of joy or pain come back,
remembered, sat with, brought to prayer,
and slowly the spiritual
becomes the possible dawn
of the Infinite.
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008
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