Earth's crammed with heaven ~ and every common bush afire with God... E.B.B.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Holy Ground

Went to visit family in Colorado over Easter.  This tree is across the street from my mom's.  And the town is full of such trees.  It was literally raining blossoms all week.  The street gutters full of fallen petals, lawns scattered with a softly speckled carpet of frangrant blooms.  It was enough to take my breath away.  Gorgeous.
As we get older and life draws to its conclusions, these visits have become ever more treasured, more translucent.  This Easter God rained down his tenderest mercies and I could not miss the sacred beauty that surrounded me.  Blossoms, yes, but also my brothers playful smile, mom's knowing hand placed on mine, a daughter's contentment, sitting close, girls laughing, gratitude expressed and received, train whistles and night stars, kindness, ourselves crowded around the table for the simple sake of being together and enjoying the good company of each.  Blessings too numerous to count, so many blown past me and gone, but I see the beautiful carpet at my feet, making up the very ground on which I stand.  I sat on the curb and slipped off my shoes.  Felt a bit of heaven under my feet.  Wiggled my toes in gratitude.



No comments: