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 meter.

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

dancing

shocking

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 

Joy.