the early bird
the snowdrop
the first light of the day
the baker's van
the street lights going off
the word caught from anothers passing conversation
the shadow passing a window
the heat on the pavement
the beer can in the hedge
all have been places
where my world has been given a gift
where a story has taken shape
about wonder
or grace
or life
and perhaps if I moved a little more slowly
more often
with more time to travel
and less time to worry about arrival
I'd recognise each
as an altar in the world*
*This is the title of a book by Barbara Brown Taylor and on which this thought is based.
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