There is a joy stirring up
like Bethsaida’s pool
bubbling up
to a slow rolling boil
that cannot help but overflow
with laughter’s astonishment
that You are here
smiling in delight,
beaming upon us
like a grandparent
looking upon a grandchild.
In the pleasure of this double gaze
we are both lost and found,
as if falling down a well—
dark, alone, disoriented—
only to find ourselves
more deeply dug
in the eternal well-spring
from whence all bursts forth
into the Light
of sheer, unadulterated praise.