Is it anything but a split second of time
that gathers us.
Moves us.
Stays like a prayer.
A sacred moment.
Ever present.
Sublimely here.
And can we say gathering is like this
or that or anything at all.
And yet, and yet, and yet -
what comes to mind is
a dimension of something real -
the wonder of something other.
In the split second of time
that gathers us.
Blessings unfold.
Split Second of Time
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