The grief and joy of Presence
is an exotic fruit I have just
discovered in my hand as
I sit weeping in the Thodapuza
courtyard; all my brightly
colored sisters sing just yards
away through a concrete
wall, over a river of shoes.
It is the song in my mouth
as I surface in the lagoon
near Naweni Koro
Praise God from whom all blessings flow...
It is the unprecedented
snowstorm howling gray
and brown over the
weh guken hahkyo in Pyongtaek;
I shoot a video; breathless giggles.
It is the sensation of the rise
and fall in Phuket's waves
and later in my dreams.
It is the sari dripping down
from my head and playing
around my feet; I hold a
little brown hand and hope.
It is this moment: my friends
have gathered around; a soft brown
dog sleeps under the table;
the Word is open and speaks all of us
into the Presence of God.
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