Divine Numerals

I.
Some people are like paths to God.
To sit with them
means to sit with Him.
There is no turmoil
No stress.
Prayers wrapped in dewy fog.
We become saturated
In His embrace
His Holy presence.
II.
A child laughs and looks
my way.
The innocence and light in her glance, The lazy pirouette of the bees
as they follow invisible scents
of dying flowers.
The sweetness of my husband’s kiss. The bipolar sky.
Day. Night. Day. Night.
The seasons that aren’t quite themselves.
Even they are besides themselves, undefined
because of the mystery,
which is Christ,
hidden in plain sight.

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