Molecular Time

In the molecule of a minute so much

is impossible to believe something

so little is so full, whole, holy.

It's a natural progression from

full to whole to holy for me

the fullness of time a sure sign of divinity.

Which by its nature, presence demands,

commands all logic to be dropped,

metaphor picked up and the flame of the heart lit,

the burning tongues of Pentecost

must be where they belong --

the inner regions where song is made

and dance is danced and water turned

to wine every day and resurrections

occurring even as we speak.

In the molecule of the moment

all this and -- yes, of course love --

is occurring.  No wonder we need

bread and wine to sustain

us in the presence of one another

where we can be who we are.

-Byron Hoot