Whaddya mean, you didn’t know you were looking?
Of course, you’ve been looking. All your life you’ve
been looking.

It’s in freepin’ neon, for heaven’s sake.
Or someone’s sake. Maybe yours.

How should I know what it means? Angels don’t
know everything. It’s your sign. Let this be a sign
unto you. Maybe not a babe wrapped in swaddling
clothes… but those don’t come along every day.

And if it’s a burning bush, you may have another
problem. You might want to go look for a hose.

But not all signs are dramatic. Perhaps it’s
the tickle of breeze on your cheek as you emerge
from the car into the day, just as you begin the walk
to the store. Maybe it’s the smell of a long-gone
loved one as you walk in the door.

Doesn’t matter. It’s for you, this sign. All you need
to do is smile, hold it to your breaking-open heart
and breathe. Let it sing to you.

Then listen. Like this.