The joy of knowing you –
When the honeymoon is over
When the storms have swallowed us
And passed
When we’ve faced each other
And ourselves
And lived –
Is the joy that grows with the grass
And shines with the sun
Blows with the wind
That brings clouds, and sends them
On their way
The joy of drawing from the well
Of human tears and laughter
Drawing deep, and bringing forth
Some thing of evanescent beauty
Yet luminous to the divine eye
The joy of knowing
Of being known
Unraveling the chains that bind
Cupping the light in steady fingers
Oh, how its droplets illuminate our room
This joy
It doesn’t burn
It doesn’t consume the branches
It warms them
Glowing through the night
© August 23 2026