177: How Does A Weary World Rejoice?
I think delayed Christmas cards count-
the ones with the haphazard stamps,
mailed three weeks late.
I think the way you get down on all fours
to be close to your dog
and your cousin’s baby counts;
it’s a holy routine.
I think the way you stretch your body awake
and breathe deeply when you rise counts;
that’s Yahweh in your lungs.
I think the extra second you spent
looking at the sky last night
and not being afraid to dance counts.
So does giving up your seat on the subway
for someone’s grandfather,
helping her carry the stoller up the stairs,
and running to catch the man who
dropped his bag in the crosswalk.
Lighting candles when the sun disappears,
laughing so hard others begin to stare,
and pausing to look at trees every once in a while to say
“Good job with that one, God”
all definitely counts;
as do mumbled prayers
and children’s prayers
and every measure of music.
How does a weary world rejoice?
I would guess
soul by soul and day by day.
But if you ask me,
I bet most all of it counts.
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