The theologian wrote,

“There isn’t the sacred

and profane. There is

just the sacred

and desecrated.”

That which is created

is good, great, the best,

a way to the spiritual,

eternal?

And we cherish it, us,

all

as a gift

or trash it

and make it unfit

for creation’s habitation?

A colleague from many

years ago, a sculptor/

priest asked me out

of the blue, “Do you

like rocks?”

I thought he had

a head full of them

and he did.

He saw what I did

not — the spiritual,

eternal in the temporal;

he saw the window

and he carved it

for blind-eyed

me to see.

Now, all these

years later, on a hike

I will see windows

under my feet,

all around and

towering to

the sky.