Joy Is... Ecstasy Is...

A moment of joy, praise, and presence—captured under a desert sky and sealed with a kiss.

Joy is…

     the holding of hands
     as we sit
     on the hood of
     our car

     under a night sky
     spread above us,
     with an array of stars

     beginning to appear
     as the blue hour
     fades into night, 

     scattered from
     horizon to horizon,
     framing the top 

     of mountains
     in the distance,

sitting in a dark silhouette.

Ecstasy is…

     the whoosh of air
     blowing through

your hair, in tangles,

     from cars racing up and down
     the interstate,

and you let out a laugh,

     and you let go of my hand
     to stand up
     on the side of the desert road
     and begin to profess

with a yell,

     arms outstretched
     at the night,

your love

     for the sky,
     and the stars,
     and the night,
     and the unseen moon,
     and the unseen sun,

and to our Creator,
Who is unseen but seen—

     Who gave us this gift of the moment, where

your joy,
your ecstasy,
     becomes

my passion,
my everything 

     that I express
     through my one
     long,
     soulful
     kiss,
     to
     your
     tender
     lips.

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Where This Moment Comes From

If this moment touched something in you—something real, something that stayed—it’s part of Eulogy for an Old Lover and Other Poems, available now on Amazon. Every poem in the collection carries that same pulse of wonder. Love, memory, loss, devotion—held in moments you can step into and stay with. If this moved you, the book will stay with you. Come see what else lives inside.