there have been ordinary days where I reach out toward soft curls, dirty dishes, broom handles, ripe berries to find my hand filled suddenly weight that brings me tumbling into presence, submerged in glory prostrate in the intersection of realms heavy beauty this, eternal perspective brushing my eyes, fanning desires I am full and hungry and full again light dances from my adoring gaze along my arms, into my open palms shimmers on everything I touch joy’s hallmark on the commonplace
This poem was inspired in part by the sermon C.S Lewis preached called The Weight of Glory. Kavod is the Hebrew word for glory or honour, signifying the value attributed to heavy or weighty things and has been on my mind recently. I am so amazed at how we can live our messy ordinary lives with the ever present invitation into the presence of God.
Yes ma'am. I chuckle knowing you are having these good, weighty moments on the other side of "the Pond." Thank you for sharing your writing! Your attentiveness is a gift.
This is amazing. Thank you for writing this. Nothing has brought me closer to God than holding my children in my arms.