What will show you the face of God? When sacred spaces call to us, to me, everything about them, everything in them and near them shows up as beautiful. Because, somehow, we are given to understand at some deep level that they are holy and this confers a profound, internal sense of the divine. And how can something divine not be beautiful, the face of God?
And yet, what I am learning - slowly, haltingly - is that my vision can get big enough to see the face of God in many unexpected places. I've been looking at the edge of waters, the way the reflections play with the debris of forest and streets, the run-off of phosphates and goose shit, roots, dead and dying leaves. It's all there for me to dance with.
Easy enough to love a flower in perfect bloom. This is harder. Yet, what's gained is worth the effort. It's this: that once we are able to see - or is it to accept? - the holiness of these apparently random messes, we open ourselves to insights about ourselves, our world, and, yes, the face of God. Because we are nearer to seeing the whole and that is divine.