If you’re fortunate, you may encounter God
beside a lake or on top of a high mountain –
a sort of holiday romance with the Almighty
but for most of us, any drawing closer
to the One we worship, is most likely
to occur in the thick of humdrum life.
God does not ‘look down’ on earth, but is
involved in the nitty gritty of the city street,
our weekday work as much as Sunday leisure.
Come, Holy One, continue to dance with us
to the music of wind sighing through the trees,
the song of birds, waves crashing on the shore;
but help us also to appreciate the beauty found
near home, the counterpoint of grinding gears,
percussion of banging doors and wail of sirens.
Christ’s Cross is imprinted on the messiness
of life, criss-crossing intersections snarled
with traffic and laced with diesel fumes.
Pain, betrayal, love and joy all happen here.
It’s where Christ is crucified today, and where
we’re most likely to experience Resurrection.