How do we notice what surrounds us?
A poem from the quiet path of paying attention to the ordinary.
Enveloped.
Dust blankets my writing desk.
Circles from coffee cups linger as half-formed lines disappear back into the gray.
Enveloped by a shroud of suspended particles.
I close my eyes to see.
If I can feel them falling.
And I realize this is the path to God.
During a recent Poet's Circle,
We were invited to write about something in the room that we could see.
My writing desk is littered with many things,
But what stood out to me was the layer of dust that always seems to collect on the black surface.
I did not know where the words would take me.
Yet as I followed them,
I found myself quietly drawn toward God.
Much of my writing returns to the invitation to slow down,
To notice,
To pay attention to the small details that fill our days.
What began as a simple observation of dust.
Became an awareness of the particles drifting through the air.
Unseen yet present.
I wondered if,
By closing my eyes and allowing the moment to settle.
I might sense them falling.
This,
For me,
Is the path that leads to God.
It is found in the small,
Ordinary moments.
The Call of a Bird.
The gentle rustle of leaves.
The warmth of sunlight on our skin.
The shiver that comes as we enter cool water.
It is there,
Too,
When we become still enough to notice the dust settling.
Quietly upon us.
Whatever name we give to the mystery that surrounds us.
I believe it is in pausing to notice these moments that we find ourselves drawn gently toward the divine.
If this piece resonated with you.
Feel free to leave a comment below,
Sharing a small,
Ordinary detail that grounded you today.
With warmth and gratitude.
