spontaneous laughter spills forth
a new year of thanks and breaks here
allowing delight's eyes to show as you go
sights perhaps the saddest story ever told
being that often we seem judged by tragedy
as if it's rather less divine than our invented indulgences,
when reality suggests all may flow from the one almighty...
locating a walk through the sun in the beginning of ourselves
constructing ego domain eggshells
soaking the summer labyrinth to hail
where beneath such survives our kindness
to war disappearing within as a result of grace
towards the meaning of life and living its expanse...
knowing darkness enables the reappearance of light's love.
-j.a. knolls
