In rejoicing, comes the fever. Temporary flashes of peace. Creating a tapestry of moments sewn together as salvation.
If you start a fire, I will be there dancing, singing, laughing. Not in mocking, but good cheer. Not to destroy, but to build.
(all is calm, all is right)
My poem “Finding the Right Dimensions” was published here at Leaves of Ink recently.
17Numa 