Life is what happens when you’re looking sideways.
Or doing something you probably shouldn’t be doing.
Or singing a song you probably shouldn’t be singing.
Life tends to bloom when we’re least expecting it.
During road rage or snowstorms or furnace failings.
Or when the political world goes to hell in a hand basket.
Life happens when you’re least expecting it,
when your tolerance erupts,
or your spelling fails,
or someone bombs a subway,
or someone irritates you on Facebook,
or the car slips on ice, careening left and right,
and right and left,
and you don’t know if you’ll live or die,
and you don’t know if the world is worth saving at all.
Somewhere in that moment of not-knowing it’s possible
to feel a jubilation larger than the heart of Christ,
or bigger than the Menorah your Jewish friend just described,
or more massive than your last trip to the market
and some small voice within sings,
“This is it! This is it!”
and even when you don’t know what this might be,
you’re so in love with the sheer joy of being alive
Oh don’t you delight
that life happens when you’re looking sideways,
when you least expect it,
when it’s the grace of simply being.
**Thanks for reading the poem of my joy tonight. When is the last time YOU have felt unexpected joy, unexpected grace, life opening your heart in an unexpected moment?