It is a strange thing to look at a kid who just sneezed a gigantic respiratory hurricane your direction at the park, only to be plunged into a moment of elegance and beauty. However, we all know about these moments if we take time to notice. Furthermore, when it comes to kids, I have to remember their attention is intricately tied to mine. If I let it, I can overfocus on the aftermath of said sneezing hurricane... or I can take the invitation to be plunged into beauty. In doing so, the ripples to their attention seem endless.
On our way to Jesus' Tree of Life with kids, these are our signposts; the beauty is intertwined in the mundane by His good design. So, using the Present Moment of Contemplative Prayer, we avoid too much of our attention on the mundane drain. Let's keep looking for the next living fountain of Present Moment. Can you feel the weight of how you reacted to that sneezing hurricane? I sure could! What can we do? Feel a touch on the skin, still the eyes for a few moments, and hear a sound or sacred word in your heart from Jesus.
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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