Grace and Peace to you.
I suppose it would have been no different
had I followed a star with kings or philosophers,
consulted the heavens and the emperor.
I would have finally found an ordinary house
in a little hill town with a kid and his mom.
I still would have paused and wondered
if this were really the One, but then
not by the star overhead but the light within
wouldn’t I have known anyway?
So it was that I saw her, maybe forty something,
in the third aisle, comparing red and kidney beans,
no star above us but the cluttered grocery ceiling,
but the heavenly eye in me suddenly awakened,
the treasure chest in my chest slid open
by no wisdom of my own, and I saw, I saw
the Near One, the Beloved, the Shepherding Presence,
here, in this one, now, radiant and divine
in her perfect unknowing being,
God coming to flesh in unmistakable anonymity,
as only God always does, indivisibly near,
in the holiness of the real her of her, and of all of us,
how hidden in the heart of things,
how invisible and fleeting the light,
And without any more sure sign than that
I was changed, in numinous company,
and I went home by another road.
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