by Diana Rios
Our everyday blood that peeks out
From under a small bandage on our hand,
After cutting carrots,
Blisters on our heels,
Scrapes while hiking,
Pokes from a spiny holly bush,
These are casual reminders of humanity.
The blood that flows from the cross
Feeds rivers and pushes into arteries of eternity.
It is mysteriously visible and invisible.
All are beckoned, all welcomed to take and keep
The water’s special eyeglasses, called faith.
And they who nurture that view, know
The accompanying joys and travails
That come with maintaining
Clear, focused, steady vision
on the necessary.
Contemplate and recognize a larger plan.
We have a short life span
Compared to the infinite dimensions of
Every moment has value and worth,
More than we could ever know.