It is the trust in the cycles of existence,
the way the wave curls and powers ashore
then sinks back,
leaving bubbles and foam and shining pebbles;
the way the breath swells the belly
then leaves us perfectly empty
and feeling our spine.
It is the dry summer pond filling overnight
drop by drop with autumn rain,
the way the Rhodies already have their buds
waiting and ready for Spring.
For each decline, silencing or fall
there is the trampoline rebound
sometimes just a season,
sometimes just a transformation,
but always and everywhere
gracefully and Holy predictable.
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