My Holy Family

There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting of scud and muddy surf that some might call soul. Within that membranous sub-coat neither devils nor angles live yet there are creatures and they merge and mingle swapping their miniscule bodies with each other just to scurry hither and thither as different aspects of a microcosmic awareness. I think sweet St Francis would have seen through me. I believe he would have blessed my animalistic sub-existence while teaching each germy, parasitical, symbiotic cellular organism of mine how to knit together the shape of God in this filmy mire, this gathering swarm of innate holiness.