JOY IN MORNING, A PRAYER FOR THE HAPPINESS OF ROB SACKS

“the laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth and into mine…” Anne Sexton

...the laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth and into mine...

There is joy that can shatter bone, freeing lightening from its marrow!

There is laughter roiling the settled blood!

When the sky is painted with desire

All swans with broken wings come healed from the river.

Streets  fill with women wearing earrings that are hoops of fire

And the happiness prepared for us finds us falling under weight

Of  light.

Urgent with wind whipped fig trees,  urgent with a million wings of sparrows,

All the golden, spangled streets are ready

For those who believe and also for those who doubt.

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