This Day

This moment of inspiration

Floats, suspended in eternal grace

Briefly seen

It seems to disappear

But that’s just a trick of the light

Dancing flickerflames of love’s combustion

Cavorting to madcap rhythms

Long into the night

We dance, naked and defenseless

 

Now, barely brushing outstretched fingertips

 

Now, pressing together every inch of raw mortality

 

Now, synthesizing our separate selves into integrated newness

 

Sharing a heartbeat

Which is the only sound we hear

 

Our only thought

Is love

Our only feeling

Is love

The word made flesh

For this brief but everlasting day

 

David Trudel   ©  2012

 

 

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5 responses to “This Day

  1. You are on fire today, David. Wonderful results!

  2. Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
    Synthesizing our separate selves into integrated newness…….. Real deep!

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