Revival and Renewal

Behold, nothing is still. 
If you look, no, look
and still your eye
on the cypress, the brook
is easy, but the cypress too—
watch them
go, now; eyes, open 
they, meant to hide, quake
in prescient wind, slow
but moving. 

Move in close, see
the distance increase. 
In, now; lean, now
titanic movements 
beneath them, shake
with each second moving
in atomic cadence— 
worlds, even after all this time,
unknown to me still. 

As we move into each other
each day and year
drawing near 
epochs passing by us—
look, now; even, now
these last, loving moments, quake
in prescient wind, slow
But moving. 

Beloved, how I love you still. 

“Say to her: ‘Our time here is brief and fleeting, but if we are pleasing to God, we can exchange this life for the Kingdom to come. Then we will be perfectly one both with Christ and each other, and our pleasure will know no bounds.’” – St. Chrysostom, Homily 20. 

Happy anniversary, Danielle!