Pieces, everything comes in pieces.
Our coming and our going,
Who we are and what we do,
Hours, minutes, seconds of each day.
Sometimes, taken as a whole,
Might we miss or gloss over gold,
The little things as not worth the time of day?
Though precious is each moment,
Taken alone and on its own,
Might we miss or gloss over gold,
The broader view as just another day?
Pieces, broken down and shared,
Everything is pieces,
Of a picture big and small,
Glossy gold and full of glimpses,
Captured best holding one another,
Drawing strength and beauty altogether,
Being grateful for it all.

“Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.” – Hildegard Von Bingen
An Advent Prayer: Lord, help me to hold the pieces of my life together, big and small, easy and challenging and all that falls between, with great love and care, trusting that it is really You, the King of Glory (Ps 24:10b), who holds them all… who holds us all. And help me to continue to look to you, that you may grant me the grace to notice and appreciate the beauty and goodness of all creation, and the heart and soul of those I encounter each day.





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