Meditation

Let my words

be bright with animals,

images the flash of a gull’s wings.

If we pretend

that we are at the center,

that moles and kingfishers,

eels and coyotes

are at the edge of grace,

then we circle, dead moons

about a cold sun.

This morning I ask only

the blessing of the crayfish,

the beatitude of the birds;

to wear the skin of the bear

in my songs;

to work like a man with my hands.



– Joseph Bruchac http://www.josephbruchac.com/ http://www.josephbruchac.com/bruchac_biography.html



If we separated God out of the creation… sifted God out of the morning sunlight, out of the whispering of the leaves, out of the sounds of the evening… where would God be? What would God be to us? For many, God isn’t a disembodied idea – a theological concept with nothing to see or hear or feel.

For many, God is waiting to be perceived in our world – alive in each moment and experience. Maybe we can see God in the world around us… and in so doing… we recognize more and more that God really is at the center.