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Eternity

A picture from a previous manse garden
that appeared on my Facebook feed
today, prompting me to think longingly of
the past and forget the beauty around
me now.
I 'fessed up on Saturday to not "getting" John O'Donohue, outing myself as the spiritual pygmy that I am...
From time to time, however, a line or two of his will break through my furrowed-brow reading of his writing, including my current re-reading of "Anam Cara." In it at one point he says "the eternal is not elsewhere", which prompted me, shameless thief, to use that phrase in the following piece:

The eternal is not elsewhere.
It knocks at the doors 
of our senses.
It is woven through 
the warp and weft
of the everyday.
It is not for later:
It is for now, 
and always was.
It is not confined 
to sacred spaces
Thin places
Though they are 
Arrow slits
Through which to glimpse
The wider vista 
Which can be ours
If only we would
Look deeper
Savour longer
Touch more tenderly
Listen attentively.
Eternity is infinite
It is everywhere
It is here.

Selah

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