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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

To This Moment

Joy lingers,
It gets into folds of cloth
and time. It scatters,
dancing with dust motes
that drift according to some
ancient and hidden metier.
that only God
and the dust know.
it is as fine as cobwebs
and sticky -
it shocks and shivers in
unannounced wonder
on well-trodden paths,
and those not taken.

It settles like a 
kiss upon your skin,
and you carry its
sticky memory with 
every step
and whisper.

joy lingers in the last note -
     a song
     a psalm
     a sigh
that stretches into forever;
that you would follow forever;
that starts with your breath -
for how could it not begin there,
with breath, and soul,
and the very name 
of God?

Joy echoes,
and lingers,
and washes over you,
and is in you,
and carries you
from season to season,
to this moment,
this very moment of