The holy ordinary
a radiant grilled cheese
and flies swarming the dirty
diapers
A squirrel burst the
seed bag
ate all the sunflower seeds
and I cleaned it up
with a rusty spade
One quiet moment when the baby
falls to sleep
sunlight on the fresh rain
reunions after school
and 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
around me always
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Published by Michael J. Sanem
Michael J. Sanem has written for Give Us This Day, God In All Things, US Catholic Magazine, Millennial Journal, and the Leaven Catholic Newspaper. A former Bernardin Scholar at Catholic Theological Union, he works as a pastoral associate, homeless outreach coordinator, writer, and travel guide to Italy. He lives in Kansas City, Missouri with his wife and three sons. View all posts by Michael J. Sanem
