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    • Stacey Robinson

    • March 9, 2015 in Bloggers

    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





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