This day, this moment, is sacred.
You will never see it or experience it again.
To think otherwise is to believe
deceiving eyes, and
irrational mind over
the wisdom contained in
the soul’s eye.
The small black butterfly posing
on rocky path for your camera’s lens
you will not see again,
or the waves passing under the pier
or the breeze cooling your sun-soaked skin.
This day, this moment, is a rare gift.
If you choose, you can make it last
not with the light of your eye,
but by the lamp within your soul.
You might see, truly,
that this day,
you have pierced the darkness, and
The Benedictine Sisters of St. Scholastica Monastery