My phone keeps changing Ignatian Spirituality
to Ignition Spiritualty.
Every moment sparks
some unimaginable engine, is a tiny explosion,
one after the other—
I believe in God the Father Almighty,
maker of Heaven and Earth,
of all things visible and invisible–
though really what’s the difference? All I do
when I pray is fall asleep. Breathing.
There’s a cemetery in my neighborhood I never knew
existed. You just turn right
on a gravel road and drive up a hill into a grove of trees.
Several giant fir.
Several stones so smooth you can’t read them anymore.
A Kind and Gentle Man