The Mundane is Banal until you unlock the Miraculous through Faith

Songs Ickapoo sings all day:

The mundane

Everyday conversation

Slips through my ears

Like grains of sand

Through an hourglass

Where the infinite reveals itself

Behind a curtain

Of rubble

Where whispers of the sacred

Intimate themselves through objects

Things, Senses, Sights, Sounds

The infinite knows its realization

Only through the finite

Only through the solidity of the thing

The concreteness of the everyday

The mundane

Being the curtain of access

To the sacred

As potentiality

Realized in Actuality