The holy ordinary
and a grilled cheese as radiant
as the halo of flies swarming
the dirty diapers
A squirrel burst the
seed bag and ate
all the sunflower seeds.
I clean it up
with a rusty spade
One quiet moment
when the baby falls asleep
and sunlight shines on the fresh rain
and we are reunited after school
fresh pizza filling the oven.
If I don’t find You in this
I won’t find You anywhere
I’m the seedbag and the diaper
and you’re buzzing and bursting
within and around me
always.
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Published by Michael J. Sanem
Michael J. Sanem is the author of "Becoming the Good News: A New Approach to Parish Evangelization, and "Your Church Wants to Hear from You: What is the Synod on Synodality?" both published by Liturgical Press. He has also written for Give Us This Day, National Catholic Reporter, God In All Things, US Catholic Magazine, Millennial Journal, the Catholic Key Magazine and the Leaven Catholic Newspaper. A former Bernardin Scholar at Catholic Theological Union, he works in ministry in Kansas City, where he lives with his wife and three sons.
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