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.