“I find the presence of the sacred in….”

& I’m five. A rusty red tricycle rests upside-down. I spin the small back wheels. Their whirring sound resonates deep within.

Or I’m at Kingsland Point Park riding a swing. The Hudson river flows by. A breeze from the center of it blows ashore.

Or I’m in Second Grade, receiving First Holy Communion, static with joy, singing ” This is the Day” until a traffic light turns green.

Or I stare at my first campfire, and the starlit night beyond.

shining

in the darkness

Christmas Tree