soaked with infinity

For your prayer, your journey into God,
may you be given a small storm,
a little hurricane named after you,
persistent enough to get your attention,
violent enough to awaken you to new depths,
strong enough to shake you to the roots
majestic enough to remind you of your origin:
made of the earth yet steeped in eternity
frail human dust, yet soaked with infinity.

                               - Macrina Wiederkehr

 

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