It floated in the summer sun,
Merely a fragment of earth
Free
for a moment
to dance in the light
A bit of dust
nothing more
Yet captured in its baseness
was the light
and so it sparkled
and spun
crazily in the light breeze
a jubilant child
afire with joy
swirling, swirling, whirled by the wind of life.
Soon
lifted up it flew
to regions far beyond my sight
a seraph king
a sparkling messenger of hope
From dust to dust
the preachers say,
from dust we come
to dust we go
a piece of earth and nothing more
and yet those moments come
when love flames out
and scatters light
and light
is captured
if only for a moment
And for a moment
we are free
to dance in the breeze
and with exuberance
to catch the joy as it flies
(with apologies to William Blake)
When we turn inside
to become intimate with ourselves
and with God
joy happens :)
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