Saturday, September 25, 2010

Pure joy

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds” (James 1:2).


It starts out low and slowly builds,
a groundswell of holy laughter.
It mushrooms from forest
floors. Out of the darkness a thread
of light floats, begins to weave.
--Oui, sí, ya, jisa jisa jisa.--
From around the world, people
are saying Yes! They get it.
In hospital rooms, at the scene
of the crime, from refugee camps,
even at grave sites it comes—
the improbable chuckle,
the inappropriate snort, a giggle
in the night. Dag Hammarkskjold
once wrote, --For all that has been,
thanks. For all that will be, yes.--
It’s not faith but mirth
that moves these mountains.

1 comment:

  1. I began this Monday morning with similar thoughts, tensions, paradoxes, invitations. No profound learning just yet--maybe after I finish grading my students' papers I'll have some time to ponder, no, consider (whatever that means in this verse). Back to grading.

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