Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it. (Mahatma Gandhi)
Sunday morning. My husband and I celebrate at a different church. With special friends. The minister’s topic for the day combines science with awe. He speaks about the universe. In context with spirituality.
The back row, where we placed ourselves, has little significance compared to the vastness of space, the alignment of the planets, the statistical possibilities for life to exist. Yet, I embrace the moment. Beauty lives immersed in the ugly, the grand, and the ordinary.
This church community is friendly and welcoming. “Hi, I think I saw you here once before,” a woman says, “a while back.” Wow, what a memory. I came last year, maybe. And I will return. On another special day.
Bare trees display the uneven shapes of their branches, while the seasons shift in the same semi-predicted pattern. Known. Unknown. Meshing together.
I notice the shadow
of a branch on brown grass
as if bright-sun shadows
on ground were brand new.
Both spine and chin
live in the same body
yet never face one another.
One planted seed and one kindness
grow in time and
belong to another universe.
terrypetersen 