Divinity

by Justine C. Tajonera

I have never considered
that divinity lived
inside of me.

I have looked everywhere
else:
the stars, the sun,
the sky, any proof of
beauty in this
world.

I have considered that
the numinous might reside
in the grand, the majestic,
the hidden,
the deep.

As I unfold my words
and greet my husband,
my son
with a tender
word

I become aware
of the sacred.
It is not in some secret
grove or cave.
It dwells in my smallest
gesture
of kindness.

(Feb. 3, 2010)
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