We are the pulse
The vibration of energy
The radiation
And the bubbling
In minute details
The minor twitch
And passing word
Insignificant to us
But not to God dancing
The creation
In every particle
Moving the growth;
Dance in the moment
Our dwelling eternal;
Pulse as the place
Where the will that we pray
Births the person we hope
Will emerge and bear fruit
Of the heart on the lip
And the purposeful spin
Mark R. Turner
May-June 2023