I almost missed it

I have an image of my dad
standing in the kitchen
(this was several years ago).

I was busy, perhaps doing dishes,
I don't remember that part
and it's not important.

He was standing in a small patch of sunlight
in the middle of the kitchen,
his face slightly uplifted, eyes closed.
He was smiling.

My movements around him
did not seem to interfere with his experience.

Eventually, he opened his eyes,
smiled bigger, nodded, and said
"God."

Although he couldn't explain,
here's what I think.
God's spirit resonated within him and he noticed.
He was still and open to it, willing to receive.

I got the dishes done.
At the time, i thought I was
being the productive one.
Took me this long to find the truth.

We were both standing on sacred ground,
but only one of us noticed.