Tethered to the Robe

The pages are new 
With the same ink 
Old songs — ancient ones 
Psalms 

Finding resting places 
In new spaces 
Packing boxes 
Openings 

Feet are firm
Sure steps
Growing in discernment 
Waking up 

Behold, a new thing 
On the move 
In the dance 
Under the Son

The moments are not fleeting
Indwelling instead 

Fully alive
Tethered to the robe

Singing from the well 
It is well 

With 
In 
Through