“To be come saints means to fulfill completely what we already are…” – Pope Benedict XVI
Waking up this morning to cellophane candy wrappers tucked in between couch cushions.
Jack-o-lantern buckets already placed out of reach on top of the fridge.
The neighbor’s sheeted ghost hangs, dew-heavy, from the low branch of their tree.
The air is cool outside after hours of rain.
The thrill of costumes and walking down the middle of a dark street
– every car driving sluggishly, looking for small masked children –
all that evaporates with the morning sun
and we are left with a scatter of happy debris and quieter day ahead.
After the electric chaos of hours before, we secretly ache to be anchored again, to come back to ourselves.
This time of imagination and dressing up helps us remember that we could be something else if we tried.
We can fold into our truer destiny – a most beautiful, hopeful transformation.
We wait in anticipation for that hour, walking through the large white doors,
pews and aisles and streaming people, making a runway for our eyes to behold Him.
The incense, the vestments, the holding up of glided plate and cup –
These sacred vessels which hold Everything.
We long to hear that litany of saints
sung, often, by college choir members who have rushed from class,
equations and presentation snippets still clinging to their thoughts.
They let shake these free for a time, to open their mouths and let us sing praise.
The cantering, back and forth, bouncing off of walls and bodies and centuries.
“All you holy men and women, pray for us.”
We can close our eyes for once and imagine the REALITY that there is
than everything we see.
Our days on earth are only a blink in the eye of God.
We are created for Him, and His first and longest held thought is that He desires us.
This day of All Saints explodes our expectations,
compared to last night’s visions of ghosts and princesses and babies dressed like bears and tigers and other small soft things.
We shed all of our disguises, to recognize our truest calling of all.
If we really let ourselves ponder for a moment, if we shut our eyes and remember,
we know that THIS is the more daring day. This is the day where we hope to see our every dream come true. To be, forever, with our Love.
We listen. As does He.
Waiting for day when our names will be sung.