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Broken Bread

There is a wisdom in things
like the stillness of a lake,
or the mist rising from the sea...

A vastness around us,
lying in wait
for those moments
the veil of tears that surrounds us
falls...

and we see things,
for a moment
as they truly are

but, ah, so brief,
like heat lightening,
in the distance,
is this great presence of God
waiting to be known,

so much
we can't grasp,
cannot hold...

Yet,
somehow,
this smallness that we are,
seems necessary
so we can be broken,
and thus known,

by that which is beyond us,
and yes, inside of us,

dying, yes dying, to be known.

break me open this day
Lord,

make me bread for your
table,

and allow me to remember,
your presence,
flickering in the distance,
which is really,

inside
of me.

—Michael DeMaria
copyight 2006
(previously published in PRESENCE)

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