Foot Falls

Joy awakens in me
through mist and damp;
through cloud
and squirrels’ chatter;
through marvel of
Spirit’s Light arranged
in density of matter.

This moist air
and melancholy sky
remind me why
I am inclined to roam,
and cannot find a home
in a single building or book.

I must look for You
and Nowhere,
and go where
Joy calls,
and foot falls
on ground that is holy
by virtue of its being;
and receive
the sacrament of seeing
the same is true of me.

~Cheryl Anne

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