“The fireflies, twinkling among the leaves,
make the stars wonder.” Tagore (“Fireflies”)
In the past, they called this “magic”
Now, we call it “wonder” –
Actually, it’s just the border of God’s robes
Brushing like wind through treetops
Sparkling with thousands of tiny intermittently-flickering living lights.
We would recognize this if ever we decided to look up
But we don’t –
Because we no longer have interest in spiritual evidences of God.
And, yet, there still remains a repeated murmur
Way back in the depths of our hearts –
A whisper about the promise of what’s coming.
In truth, underneath all our disbelief, we still believe in God –
We know it’s God who’s been knocking at our door –
Even though we’ve completely forgotten God’s name.
Beyond all the tall church steeples
And even before human hypocrisy has completely died down –
If we just permit ourselves to start seeing spiritually –
Everything our eyes take in
Will be God – and nothing but God.