Do you know
the order of importance
of this day that lies before you,
and how you wait
with expectant eyes
always toward what is to come?
Tell me
how to make my lists
and order my days,
first seeking a kingdom
but hidden and in need of revealing
of which I’ve known only glimpses,
and often then only in hindsight.
And often then only in the most ordinary of things;
my grandmother’s blue eyes at an unexpected meeting,
my son’s dimples revealed in his first cry,
a charcoal fire and a breakfast with friends.
After a veiled day of tears; revelation in the breaking of bread.