Back when the world was sacramental . . .

Birds singing recalled angelic choirs,

smoke incensed the valleys from Pueblo cooking fires.

Mountains blushing and aflame

testified to Christ’s blood and reign.

Desert peaks summited

resembling the pipes of church organs when they trumpeted.

Deer on trails prancing

recalled Church processions romancing.

Thunder clouds breaking and shaking

metered like church bell towers awakening.

Wind bent trees

recalled prostrate ordained new priests.

Snow blanketed valleys

as wedding gowns flowed across church alleys.

Mountain summit trails

revealed how, tried and true, ordinary grace always prevailed.

Back when the world was sacramental.

Back when the world was sacramental,

All life was covenantal.

Asaph’s psalms recalled and inspired

“God lit up the night with a pillar of fire.”

Manna descended, like dew the angelic bread rests.

An angel appears, the Spirit descends, incarnating God in the flesh.

Sinai was cloud-covered, Moses glimpsed the back of God.

Jesus is transfigured in glory, the disciples, Moses, and Elijah all worship in awe.

The arc was brought from the hills. Who are we to receive the divine presence?

Mary goes to Elizabeth in hastily aid, coming to her while pregnant.

David’s priestly dancing,

Anticipates John’s joyful leaping.

Hannah’s grateful proclamation

is fulfilled in Mary’s exuberant declaration.

The world is still sacramental.

All life is still covenantal.