Day 545: While I Work

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there are days
that you come to the end of your knowing,

as if the mind is made of cul-de-sacs
that begin as prayers
and end as shopping lists
or strategies
for removing tree stumps
and splinters.

 

and of course,
the tendency
is to believe
that the prayer had stopped along the way,

hijacked by to-do lists
and problem-solving monkey-minds,
that run away
with God,

tossing it
above your soul
who stands,
pickle-in-the-middle
and mad.

 

eventually,
you come back to the holy
or it comes back to you,
and in those little minutes
of renewed meeting,

mystery mixes with the mundane
and we may go again,
trying again,

into the day.

 

i light a candle while i work.

 

it reminds me of bigger fires.

 

look how single flames
dance wild on the wick,
kept in glass containers
though they may be –

the fragrance
of one so born and living

fills the space of me.

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