In what form did the spirit
appear to you today,
the blossom of a flower,
the tug of a child’s hand,
the silent twinkling stars,
an old woman smiling at the bus stop,
a lover’s ­gentle hug,
a presence so close to your soul
you ­could almost touch it,
words of truth formed
unbidden in your mind?

The holy disguised in so many ways,
may your senses open wide in recognition.

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