I’m not always good at sacred noticing, though I’ve written a book about it and a plethora of poetry. 😉 Because I’m hampered by illness induced brain fog and fatigue. But when my mind suddenly freeze-frames a scene, I know to pay attention to it.

As I stumbled out of bed recently, an ordinary sight took on an extraordinary intensity. I’d hoped to have more sleep but the words in my head wouldn’t let me. I began to memorise them as they shaped themselves into the poem below.

Interplay 

it’s  early morning
slats of the blinds blink
with morse code-like messages

an interplay of light and dark
as the trees sway
as light-dappled leaves dance

while the wind embraces
their roughened barks
their weathered trunks

and I watch, entranced 
even in my half-awake
sleep-addled state

because I don’t want to miss
a thing, I simply long 
to notice it all

as sunlight sends her secrets 
of life, of light, of joy, of love
into my waiting heart 
© joylenton

When the mundane becomes meaningful to us, it can act like a holy whisper, a call to pay attention, a gentle nudge to observe and receive the messages it wants to share.

God speaks to us in numerous ways, frequently through nature, through our environment, through our daily grind. And when we watch and listen well, He gifts us with sacred awareness and awe.

NOTE: Observant readers might notice that this is my first post here for over a year (a year!!) and may wonder why I’ve been absent here. It’s partly due to the Muse being a less frequent visitor than before, but mostly because of increasing health issues taking prominence. As they are ongoing, I will probably still post infrequently here, though I often share small snippets on my Facebook page or timeline. You’re welcome to find me there… Xx 😊💜❤️