Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one
The unseen presence keeps saying to us, ‘You are Joy!’
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.
