The Comma

God is still speaking…

When we love each other, sacrifice on behalf of another, embrace those in need.

When we challenge injustice, take to the streets, empty our pockets, open our homes.

In the rustle of birch leaves, the sweet tang of fresh cherries, the smells of summer.

Amidst hatred and war, calling for forgiveness and peace.

In abundance and in lack – inviting us to trust, generosity, contentment.

In ancient Sacred Stories, and Letters, and Poems, and Laws – showing us our own humanity, pointing the way to relationship and redemption.

Into ears and minds and hearts that seem forever closed to newness AND into ears and minds and hearts which are open wide, always seeking.

Which one am I right now, I wonder?

Will I be one who listens both in stillness and in everyday chaos for the Holy One?

Will I be one who embodies the call of that voice?