Before I met my wife Cindy,
And for some time after,
I was always on my way
Somewhere.
We each must search
In our own way,
But if we are not careful,
We will search too hard
To ever find
What we are seeking.
I thought I was looking
For answers
And understanding.
But answers to questions
Are not satisfying,
And understanding
Is not the same as knowing.
For me, actually finding
What I had been seeking
Was like looking for a book
In an old library,
But finding, instead,
An open window,
Light and warmth,
Fresh air and fragrances.
I have learned from Cindy
Much about what is concrete,
What has meaning, depth,
And substance to it.
Which is to say
I have learned much from Cindy
About what is truly spiritual.
It is easy to become preoccupied
With religious abstractions,
But where what matters shows
Is in instances and moments.
What matters is not in words
About the spiritual.
It is in words that show the spiritual.
What matters
Is not in what we talk about.
It is in how we speak to others.
If you are unkind,
It does not matter much
What else you are.
If you are kind, it shows,
And makes all you do
Important.