As I’ve been walking the streets of Berkeley this week I’ve opened my heart to what might be possible. What might it look like if I recognized the divinity in each flower, in each stone, in each human whose eyes met mine? Holding that, this happened.
My brother lay in a doorway,
Barefoot, curled against
the cold concrete.
In wonder, recognizing God
I couldn’t
not see.
The Divine guided me:
Target store with a comforter for sale
Comforter that belonged
to my brother
And when I laid it gently over
his prone divinity
My other brother
looked at me
in wonder
And shook my hand
and blessed me.
I am truly blessed.
Thank you , that was beautiful .