Doors Of An Ordinary Day

  A  L  O  H  A 

From

Honolulu

If you don’t like

the road you’re walking,

start paving another one.

Dolly Parton

Every moment

of light and dark

is a miracle.

Walt Whitman

Doors 

Of An Ordinary Day 

By Cloudia Charters 

God is near.  

But cannot be held.

We are given breath  

and cannot keep it.  

We are given a day  

and do not know its end.

So we make small rituals.

At night,  

we lie down and remember:  

Keep me while I sleep.

In the morning,  

we open our eyes 

and say:  

Thank you  

for this borrowed light.

Leaving the house,  

we pause at the door.  

The world is wide.  

May I walk in it awake.

When we return,  

we enter gratefully  

as if coming back  

from a long journey.

Home is a gift.  

The body a house.  

This life is a doorway.

So the sages announce.

We come in crying 

with empty hands.  

One day we'll go out  

with empty hands again.

This is not sad

though we grieve 

It is holy.

God is the mystery  

we cannot explain,  

that keeps explaining us.

So we rise.  

So we rest.  

So we go.  

Then come back.

And at every portal 

God is waiting, 

Waiting inside 

and also enters.

So we rise 

So we rest

So we go.

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Love You,

Cloudia & Pixie

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Monday Murals

My father didn’t tell me 

how to live; he lived, 

and let me watch him do it.

Clarence Budington Kelland