joy

Got this today from a friend today who is working on a farm as a Jesuit Volunteer in Georgia. beauty beauty beauty.

sweat rolls down into your eyes everyday
and everyday is the same
except when tilling up earth and pain with Eh Kaw
except when flinging red radish seeds all over your common toil
except when the skies are so blue you wanna cry and you go out with your handkerchief to find warm fat purple grapes and let them pop and slide out on your tongue.
except when your eyes open at dawn to walk across to the fig tree and suck down its sweetest flesh and when roosters announce day is coming and chickens wait for you to let them out of their sleepy roosts
except when you find God walking in the garden.
everyday's the same except when Po Reh learns to spell his name
learns to hold a pen and spell his very own name at 75 years old.
and when Dah Reh laughs when you, his teacher, try to move hay with your city hands
sometimes all your muscle fibers are on fire at the very same moment
and your eyes are still stingin with that sweat
and sometimes you wonder why Po Reh has to be here at 75 learnin to spell his name
and you wonder why the world is in the shape it is
but then..
almost always in the very middle of that space where tired bones and tired souls meet
you know everyday will never be the same after this
and no day is the same
and the resurrected Christ has come to visit you here,
has come in so close you tremble

-written by my sweet soulfriend