You have sent Your messenger
the Spirit holy
in a thousand forms
to express Your wild and passionate love for us.
You have used a look in another’s face,
the healing touch that says we belong,
musical sounds that bring us very close to You,
even smells that scintillate and move us.
St. Augustine said it well:
“You are more intimate to me
than I am to myself.”
You have given us these glorious bodies
that we may inhabit Your world
as You inhabit us.
There it is,
mystery of mysteries,
–You inhabit us!
You delight to taste Your delicious world
through Your intimacy with us,
for You are enfleshed in every living being.
How odd that we think we are seeking You,
looking for You and not finding You,
when You are dancing so near that
Your breath is in our face,
known in the chilly air of a Fall morning;
Your smell is in our nostrils
sensed in the fresh scents of Spring;
Your compassion is so intimate that
we feel it on our skin as a breeze passes.
We think we are seeking You,
and get lost in the mind
as we try to grasp You with the wrong faculty,
when all the while You are
the One seeking us.
O people of a living God
let the mind fall away now
and awaken to your bodies
and the nearness of these ways
She is seeking you.
As our Celtic poet and friend,
John O’Donohue has said,
may you “recognize that your senses are sacred thresholds…
May your senses gather you and bring you home.”*
*Quote from Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom.