Synthesizing our separate selves into integrated newness…….. Real deep!
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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