This is the sacrament of being together
in our shared time. This is it. This is real.
Nothing extraneous, no barriers.
Nothing craved and nothing
missing.
Just water, sky and land
and how the world lifts birds
to flight. Just soil and rain reviving
a parched earthworm and tending
all the dropped seeds, all the daylight
words
I hold for you right here in my workaday hands,
no worries or blame to intrude,
only the remarkable grace of two
beings leaning
into each other like this. We smile and take
a slow breath, knowing that we
recognize
a sacrament when we’re in it.
J. Pratt-Walter, © 2024
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