Hannah L Stone

this is where I write the light
love is … the temple of the ordinary

love is … the temple of the ordinary

 

The Temple of The Ordinary

It is in the bending low
to tie the shoe
to clean the spill
again again again
to scoop and pick
the rag limp tantrum from the floor.
How we hold court in our hearts for more.
Peeping over castle walls to see.
Thinking it is Up and
Further Out; than just across the hall.
How we’ve been duped into Living Lie.
Not believing that this little
really is the oh so very big.
If you, if I, if we, keep hunting and
looking for the Up and Further Out
we miss the Here – the Now.
This daily demanding beauty that blooms
fire, angry red
and fades to sunset pink, golden
on the edge; fireworks burst of life
again again again.
Temple is, but not only just
spire, steeple, bricks and dust.
How temple is me.  Is you.
Is them – their little sticky hands.
How temple is us together.
First in Them, the three in one; a royal family.
It is in the bending low
collecting socks to wash and fold
to clean to wipe to dry to hold
again again again.
How but if we could only, please,
we beg, oh please, to see
for only just a glimpse
this temple of the ordinary
this sacrifice
this Here this Now
this offering of liturgy
the waking up
again again again
this, the only holy place to finally live free.

I posted this a few years ago when I originally wrote it.  But it was tumbling around in my head and heart again this morning, so I figured it went with my love is post from yesterday and deserved to be posted again.  xx

2 comments found

  1. Again, again, again…..
    You nail the head of thought
    With economy of words
    Yet power of heart
    Reaching out beyond yours
    To all of us, to ours.

    Thank you for all you are and create!

  2. This…
    If you, if I, if we, keep hunting and
    looking for the Up and Further Out
    we miss the Here – the Now.

    Oh how I needed this.
    xo

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