Clumsily graceful

Here's what happened, I think.

I stubbed my toe on my faith,
stumbled, lost my balance
and then...



bumped into God.
(who smiled and shook his head at me because that's what love does)

Remembering the burning bush incident,
when God told Moses to take off his sandals
because he was standing on holy ground. 

Now here I am,
walking  barefoot on sacred ground.
Stubbing my toes while seeking grace.
Clumsily graceful? Perhaps.

Following those who have gone before me.
Glimpses of the sacred, everywhere I look,
if I only remember to see. to believe

Hoping that my children and their children and their children
(all people really)
might stub their toes as well. 
Knowing that when they stumble, if they fall, when they fall,
they will find themselves safe 

in loving arms.