Search and work
Search the depths of your life experience
for revelations of the sacred
Maybe they are ordinary
Maybe they are unnoticed
God is always working for us to find him
Is he beyond my comprehension?
I have to observe silence and be attentive.
With my human frailty I have to work harder
Not only in prayer but in faith
Selfishness and pride in spiritual ventures of disguises
Are difficult to discard without grace.
It’s a feast to plant and to harvest
With divine help.
At the end of day
I wipe sweat on my forehead
Thanking the Lord for the work done.
You try to frame your beginnings and journey
Demolishing and picking up the ruins
Planting roots, building a ladder with vision of a summit,
A tapestry of new colors and threads
Then you see a swan rising from the waters
The white wings spreading wide as if without effort
The awe encompasses all you have learned
Simple, precise and complete
Forever transforming your soul.
You are a stranger in the stream
who walked away from a mountain trail
looking for a waterfall
a translation of the inevitable
modest steps lost in the tributaries
understanding that we are the ones
who are often distracted.
Let deer roam your mind
forest of imagination
when its head dips in the stream
let your heart be surprised
learn “to love things
as no one thought to love them”
you will arrive without knowing,
a raindrop surrendering to the sea,
the immensity of the unsayable.