On a bench at the auto shop
To take time each day
to sit in quietness,
to sit still in the busyness
that presses upon us and lures us
like a siren to join it and
yield our groundedness to
the distractions that sap our soul.
To sit, to plant ourselves in one place,
on the ground, if we can, to feel
it pulse with the beat of life that
calls us back to the heart of things.
To be still and listen so that, when we
stand again, our hearts can see
those deeper truths about ourselves
with God’s eyes, even on days when
our vision is dimmed with tears.
To dare to take a moment alone
when the shadows that stalk
our souls and look for cracks to
squeeze through can be seen in the light
that pierces all darkness and we are
again aware that we are all held
in love, in love, in love.