that second of pure joy.
the kind that attaches itself to each solitary blood cell and the marrow of my bones.
I can feel it breathe life into this weary heart.
when your smeared mud cleanses my eyes
and I see you again.
when the world I painted on the back of my eyelids rises
and there you are, downstage center.
there was that moment.
Father, what is beyond that apron doesn't matter anymore.
All I want is to start the scene, the lights are up
and you have been waiting for my arrival.
With the joy that you set flowing through my body
I am going to show them how glorious you are
I'll sing and dance and shout and all the other ways to proclaim such joy
because this beauty can be contained within my flesh
and there was that moment.
oh, how short a moment can be.
there was a moment
and paul began to sink
there was a moment
and the curtains began to close
Father, I have washed in the pool of Siloam too many times,
and it is my faithlessness that leaves me blind.
