Prophet of the obvious

I am the herald of the ordinary

The mystic of the common

The prophet of the obvious.

Those descriptions make   me   smile

Because hey remind me

That what is the most mystical

Is actually  the most mundane.

We do not need to be transported to far distant realms

To catch a glimpse of the sacred.

If we spend all of our time with our head in the clouds

We may miss the Spirit who works in clay and water.

Faith does not begin in what we imagine

But in what we experience

It is felt, held, passed on.

Heaven is not over the rainbow

But in the earth after the rain.

Steven Charleston : Choctaw Indian/ Episcopal Bishop

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