Beyond Rapture
Easy to get lifted up
billowed out on the wonder and awe,
yet who called the mountains, giants,
the forest bearing seed, small?
The rapture
of not seeing the white horses,
those waterfalls of white horses,
yet knowing that they are there
behind the giants and the seeds
all bursting out from nothing
back into nothing,
that kind of rapture
is very much more than
enough.
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