Pause for a moment. Be silent. Take a deep breath.

Can you name your distraction?

With such awareness, as a sacred gift,

how might you live differently

to be fully present

to another; to today; to G_d?

I want to utter you.

I want to portray you

     not with lapis or gold,

          but with colors made of apple bark.

There is no image I could invent

     that your presence would not eclipse.

                                    -Rainer Maria Rilke. The Book of Hours I, 60