Hello, folks!  In reflecting on my time at common art and common cathedral this week, I felt inspired to write a poem about finding God in the common places. I hope this poem might prove to be a fun way to experience or envision these programs!

The Divine in the blue tarps
and folding chairs,
and the wax-stained tablecloth on the piano-bench altar.

The Divine in the cookie crumbs and empty mugs,
little signs of now-nourished bodies.

The Divine in the snores of safe sleepers,
in the shouts of “Uno!”
and the “ahhhhh”s that follow,
as cards drop from hands to the table.

The Divine in the member, who’s been taking reading classes,
proudly volunteering to read this week’s scripture for the group.

The Divine in that thick Boston accent,
“Blessed ahh the meek”.

The Divine moving in and through,
living in those words, teaching us still,
inviting us into a centuries-long conversation
with the many who have read these holy words before us,
and the many still to come.

Emmanuel, God with us.
Ruach, breath, God in us.
In and out, God through us.

The Divine with us, in us, through us, as we step outside,
Shocked by that ever-familiar, negative-degree windchill
hitting slivers of exposed skin.
Smiling-–laughing–-because somehow,
the Divine is in that icy wind as well.