we seldom notice how each day is a holy place
where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
transforming our broken fragments
into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
somewhere in us a dignity presides
that is more gracious than the smallness
that fuels us with fear and force,
a dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
so at the end of this day, we give thanks
for being betrothed to the unknown
and for the secret work
through which the mind of the day
and the wisdom of the soul become one.
john o'donohue
from
"the inner history of a day"
a gentle beginning for each new week with the sincere desire
of awakening the contours of our sacred hearts.
good morning dear friends,
so glad you are here.
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