Monday, August 18, 2008

Balm in Gilead

4 new tires on the pavement, a full tank of gas, and a well-maintained engine in a car that's comfortable like an old friend, and loves the road

a full moon banked in cobweb clouds, etched in light like a fine engraving and ringed in rainbow

a warm light in a stranger's eyes, a smile returned, a joke, and shared laughter between people who've never shared before

the diamond ring my father gave my mother shining on my little sister's hand, and still dimmer than her smile

trial seems to be the cost of joy, but joy comes easy when it comes, and there is no healing without wounding and no wounding without healing

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