Today I decided to observe the Feast Day of Saints Next and Now.
In my practice I honored Saint Now by bowing to my to do list
And glorified Saint Next by dreaming of all the better times that surely lie ahead.
But I think I had it backwards.
Saint Next is only what may or may not happen
Tomorrow or the next day or the day after that.
Saint Now is this very holy moment.
This bright blue sky, these white clouds.
This sausage and potato soup, this butterscotch candy.
This heart beating in this very body.
All of these sunflowers in this afternoon field.
Saint Next is another long commute home.
Saint Now is the liturgy of my each and every breath.
May we know the Holy
Again tomorrow,
But always and most fiercely, today.