Unlocked

A blue blade of sky

is breaking open

this morning’s sod

of ash-cold clouds

so that everything

becomes uncluttered,

uncomplicated, clear.

And it’s no longer 

necessary to squint

just to see the day

arriving, appearing

in focus, when our

bank accounts, our

resumes of potent

connections, or the

accomplishments

framed on our walls

can’t help us at all.

All that’s left is what

we gathered in silence,

planted in hidden prayers,

and harvested in those

un-applauded corners of

service along empty

spaces that we filled

with intimate presence.

It turns out the doors

to the cathedral we so

desperately wanted to

enter were the unnoticed

moments of life given 

and given again.