In the dark kitchen
I raise the window shade.
The morning star glistens.
alone in black space.
Something in me, near my heart,
soars up to meet it,
touches it briefly
and returns.
How insignificant I am,
How tiny in a universe
where even that star
is miniscule.
I turn from the window,
reassured, stronger.
My tiny world, larger
almost in order.
Photography credit: Detail of "December Moon Meets Evening Star," by Dan Bush (originally color).
I believe Marcus Borg might have described this as experiencing a "thin place" when one feels very close to the sacred.
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