summoned to joy…

immaculate moment this

ripe,

immediacy poised

uncluttered forgiveness

clean

wonder-imbued

air, sky, all

reverberate

welcome

welcome

your sweet

imminent

foreverness.

^~^~^~^~^~^

this poem by Doris Peel so captures it:

Summoned by Psaltery, Timbrel, and Harp

It is not said

that mourning shall be turned into non-mourning:

a cessation of suffering, a merciful blank

like the aftermath of a crisis passed.

Nor is there promised

the prolonged privileges of a convalescent

who earns–by the mere feat of survival–the

flowers, the fruit, the ministrations of others.

For behold

it is dancing–

dancing–we are called to!

O summoned we are

(from the darkest depths)

to that act of gladness

that elated leap

even the new lamb, come to earth, straightway knows

how to perform: bounding up on stiff little legs

with no more reason for what it does

than the very joy,

still fresh in it,

of being–unhistoried–

what it is.

“Desire is prayer; and no loss can occur from trusting God with our desires, that they may be moulded and exalted before they take form in words and in deeds.” Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health

“I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it.” Ecclesiastes

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