- Yesterday I was at a stoplight and I watched a man on a bike zip through the intersection – no helmet, not even checking for cars – his blazer billowing in the wind like the wrong kind of cape.
- This morning I’m reading that the entire world – every single thing – is covered with God’s majesty. Everything bears God’s mark. I’m reading about this while also listening to a tapping on my windowsill. A stuck moth, I think, impatient for the sun to rise. The tapping is twenty bees. The whole window is covered with their pointy yellow and black striped (terrifying) majesty.
- A writer friend of mine told me once she can feel a poem before she even has the words. She can feel it “bubbling up” she told me. No words, just the feeling that something is on its way. It will dash across the street on a bike. It will cling to the window screen, waiting for the courage to find home, leaving us marked and trying to hold on to its mysterious grandeur.
Found in Psalm 8
a
little less than God
[we]
pass through the currents of the sea
Love this. So inspiring.
Thank you, Sonya!