Joy

Joy

When the stitches around

a patch

hold;

When the stones fit

and fullfill 

a mathematical prophecy;

When the rubble

stops falling

from a torn house;

When the soil

holds the lake

from leaking into the fire;

When the speech

between minds

resonates 

and creates something new;

When eyes

can see

the clear beauty

in themselves;

When the tree

grows around

the rusting fence;

When the seedling

emerges,

and after a lifetime

returns to the dust;

When the machine

overcomes

the unforeseen;

When the cycle

continues.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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