The divine isn't found
out there 
somewhere 
as if everything  
is disconnected 
awaiting intervention 
from outside. 
No, 
the divine is found here, 
right here 
in our mess;
in our beauty;
in our frailty
in our imperfect connections 
with one another.
This is incarnation.
May we live 
and work 
as if it is true.

- bshivers

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