Of all the ways God seeps out through my life,
I suppose I do have a favorite.
It’s not the tears
or the hugs
or the writings,
the prayer times
or acts of generosity
or the compassion of listening.
No. It’s in the ways obscured to me.
Because my hope is that these are
the ways most efficacious and ubiquitous.
These are the ways when my ego has surrendered.
These are the ways when the essence of me
and the essence of God are most deeply in communion.