Holy Moments

 

HOLY MOMENTS

written by Carolyn Jackson, photo unknown

 

And you would look for me,

in the flowering of the lily,

in the ancient tales and writings,

of the saints

and of the sinners 

 

And you would look for me

in the sweeping vistas,

the howling wind and deep cold

of the highest mountains

 

You may catch a glimpse of me

in the sparkling diamonds

laid out upon the sea

or the lazy undulations

of the golden grained

gently

windswept fields

 

Or you may find me

for a moment

in a sleeping child's sigh

or a lover's tear

or a soldiers death cry

 

You may see me in

the subtle and in the obvious

the church,

the synagogue

the long winded prayer,

the chant

the choir

the buyer

the seller

the traitor

and the liar

 

It is you who would judge

which

are the holy moments

by your own idea

of what is right

and what is

wrong

 

And it is you who would lay the blame

of all of that judgment

at the feet

of your GOD

 

This is the dream,

which you have created,

a play which you have directed,

it is you who have expected,

such a wonderful and warped objective,

And you are the actor,

the writer,

the creator,

of ....

it all,

Beautiful and Horrendous

 

and all the while

the moments

yes, those holy moments

that you  choose to mourn,

or that you choose to love,

do,,,,

pass you by....