Today is Holy
a poem about the whispering invitation of holiness around us
Today is holy.
I marvel at the unfolding of today—
It happens, burtsts, blooms.
Mushrooms rise from the forest floor,
A turtle searches for water,
A vine reaches upward, higher than before.
Today is unlike yesterday.
Don't let it pass unnoticed, unseen.
Think on this: today, the dawn of peace may begin.
An injustice may cry out, and your voice could answer.
You could trade your arguing for laughter.
Today is unlike any other.
Ask today if you should remove your shoes,
Wash another's feet,
Or toss the nets of yesterday behind you.
Today is holy.One of the things I’m learning to do is help my thinking brain pause long enough to actually feel and notice the moment I’m in. Too often, I wake up assuming that today will be just like any other day. But history and scripture show how mistaken that assumption can be.
Moses was tending sheep when he stumbled upon a bush that burned but was not consumed.
The disciples were casting nets, collecting taxes, or walking along the road when Jesus called them to something entirely new.
Time and again, ordinary days were interrupted by God's presence, and it changed everything.
We can wait for such divine interruptions, or we can train our hearts to notice how God is already speaking in the dailiness of things.
Today is not yesterday. It is not a rerun.
Because of the events of Jesus, we are invited to recognize that every moment—and every place—can be, or already is, holy.
I like how Mary Oliver says it,
Let me keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
From the poem “Messenger”
-Drew