Kairos

Is there time to become engulfed in this second?  

This millisecond?  

Could this moment house a million blessings, or even just one?  

Will I whirl past, unseeing, unknowing?  

Eternity is found in the now: 

In the blink of an eye, in a gasp of breath.  

What is next?  Why does it matter? 

A ray of sunshine. 

A drop of rain. 

A flutter of a wing.  

A sip of coffee.  

I lose the now, entangled in the next.  

Pause...Soften... Listen. 

Glory is here...  

He is here.

It is elusive... 

and now it is gone.  

Don’t hold on too tight.  It slips through your closed hand.  

Bite, chew, and swallow.  

The wind is here and then gone.  

Your “is” becomes “was.” 

Be in the Kairos:  A cosmic collision of the sacred and mundane.  

Chronos retreats when Kairos approaches.  

Kairos, swollen with expectancy, bursts open, spraying meaning over the chronos.  

Kairos, where God hovers over the formless and creates.  

Glory. 

His Glory is here, now.  

Let this pregnant moment give birth to life.