Epiphanies

Take a look- and marvel in God's love!

God's life is in us, but we hinder the movement. What of the gifts and people that are already in our lives?  They, too can be epiphanies for us.

As surely as God is in the waters of our baptism and in the bread and cup, so God is engraved on each proton of this space we inhabit- and share:

And truly, I reiterate, nothing’s small!
No lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee,
But finds some coupling with the spinning stars;
No pebble at your foot, but proves a sphere;
No chaffinch, but implies the cherubim;
And (glancing on my own thin, veinèd wrist),
In such a little tremor of the blood
The whole strong clamour of a vehement soul
Doth utter itself distinct. Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more from the first similitude.

from "Aurora Leigh," Elizabeth Barrett Browning