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shimmers of grace from a sun weekend
that I shake my head in crazy wonder over, turn face in lipped thanks,
and feel the rush into the hollowed places, emptiness filling with
the deep joy…
eucharisteo…
#1085 – #1097 of the endless gifts
wet toes
summer holler before the boy-dive
foam of falls
Wild Boys calling for Mama audience
how she makes friends wherever we go
stone hewn by long water, long time
brothers, all four
freckles sprinkled across bridge of her nose
Son-guide across slick rock
river laughter
August light
his hand home
These things I remember as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.”
If you’d like to join the multitude with your own thanksgiving that always brings joy, quietly tap in the URL to your gratitude post, happy invitation to form a joy habit through a thanks habit.
Photos: our four sons basking in water, joy, summer fading sun….
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