Primary Wonder

Days pass when I forget the mystery.

Problems insoluble and problems offering

their own ignored solutions

jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber

along with a host of diversions, my courtiers,

wearing their colored clothes; cap and bells.

And then

once more the quiet mystery

is present to me, the throng's clamor

recedes: the mystery

that there is anything, anything at all,

let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,

rather than void: and that, O Lord,

Creator, Hallowed One, You still,

hour by hour sustain it.

(Denise Leverton)

...the throng's clamor, the host of diversions..... only too common and frequent guests at my (our) 'homes', much more than the physical abode - the place that is to be 'home' and hospitable to the Spirit of God. I wonder which room I have left for Him......is the guest room tucked away in one corner, so that my Guest does not intrude into my day to day life? I wonder....how to manage the many necessary needs of daily life efficiently, yet retaining that sense of 'wonder' at the Mystery behind it all....the stock market may crash, and investments diminish by the day.....who knows how and when we will be out of this recession? Who knows what lies ahead for nations and individuals? But the Guest is really rather special.....if I quiet myself and enter the space He makes available for my heart, for my whole being to call 'home'.