Worship
There is a joy stirring up
like Bethsaida’s pool bubbling up to a slow rolling boil that cannot help but overflow with laughter’s astonishment that You are here smiling in delight, beaming upon us like a grandparent looking upon a first grandchild. In the pleasure of this double gaze we are both lost and found as if falling down a well dark, alone, disoriented only to find ourselves more deeply dug into the eternal well-spring from whence all bursts forth into a fountain of Light and sheer unadulterated praise. © 2011 Tess Lockhart. All rights reserved. |