What is my life frantically looking for?
That would be important to know. Because I can’t slow down a life until I know what it is I seek. Until I know why it is I race. When I know what it is I’m looking for, I realize I don’t have to run frantically about to find it. I actually have to go slower to find it. I don’t have to keep relentlessly keep chasing. I actually will have to still, to sit. I don’t have to grow weary. I have only to wait. God’s here, Spirit shaping this space. Is there anything else to want? I turn off all the square, glowing screens. I don’t have a cell, a t.v., an mp3. I let the answer machine greet all callers, take their calling cards for later conversation. I know Whom I seek. I’ll have to slow down, light a lamp, sweep the moments carefully, search attentively, until I find Him. Every moment holds Him, if I slow to see. He’s discovered in the quiet. I focus, try to, even in the whirl of here and children and life. I scratch down a line or two of ordinary life. I pluck a note or two from common time,
