Drilling for
Meaning
On this unique
Sunday morning,
Full of sunlight
and keen scents and sights,
This friendly
consciousness incites me to drill for meaning,
Prompting me to
dive ever more deeply into the world.
What was and is
the meaning of the used sofa, red and florid,
Which gave me
such comfort when I was a child?
What was and is
the meaning of my recognizing faces
Every Sunday at
the seven o’clock mass?
What was and is
the meaning of the smile given to me
In the
supermarket aisle by a healthy young woman
Holding a
beautiful child?
This friendly
consciousness now holds me.
From its
platform I dive and drill down
Ever more deeply
into the world
Searching for
meaning.
--May 12, 2013
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