Rapture
Rapture is easy.
Look at the very top of a rushing waterfall,
the white horses
leaping.
Or look up
from the smallest seed
at the giant redwoods.
Easy to get lifted up
billowed out on the wonder.
Yet who called the giants ‘giants’,
the seed small?
The rapture
of not seeing the white horses
just knowing they are there
behind the giants and the seeds
all bursting out from nothing
back to nothing,
that kind of rapture is enough.
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