Life is a crazily random, synchronistic feast.
What if there were no mistakes?
If the dizzying kaleidoscope of fantastical colour
were evidence of the infinite divine?
Each strand uniquely woven,
not random at all but essential in its difference.
What if God saw through every eye,
growing with every breath
and through every chance encounter?
Then the breeze that called me with unexpected urgency
from my Sunday morning slumber,
and the wings that beat an intricate tattoo of welcome in the new-made sky,
would all be singing with the voice of God.
The request, "Can you help me?"
could never have been made
had I not heeded a call to rise I did not understand.
A smile shared with a stranger,
never to be seen again,
would never have been shared.
And so, just in case I am unique on purpose
and not through random chance,
I will taste this morning's feast
with all the urgency of Life,
learning what it is to Be.
After all, it is a great responsibility to see with the eyes of God.
What if there were no mistakes?
If the dizzying kaleidoscope of fantastical colour
were evidence of the infinite divine?
Each strand uniquely woven,
not random at all but essential in its difference.
What if God saw through every eye,
growing with every breath
and through every chance encounter?
Then the breeze that called me with unexpected urgency
from my Sunday morning slumber,
and the wings that beat an intricate tattoo of welcome in the new-made sky,
would all be singing with the voice of God.
The request, "Can you help me?"
could never have been made
had I not heeded a call to rise I did not understand.
A smile shared with a stranger,
never to be seen again,
would never have been shared.
And so, just in case I am unique on purpose
and not through random chance,
I will taste this morning's feast
with all the urgency of Life,
learning what it is to Be.
After all, it is a great responsibility to see with the eyes of God.