Dana sent this in to us last night, just like a timely TGIF.  Thank you Dana.

 

It’s not magic; it isn’t a trick.
Every breath is a resurrection.
And when we hear the poem
Which is the world, when our eyes
Gaze at the beloved’s body,
We’re reborn in all the sacred parts
Of our own bodies:
the heart
Contracts, the brain
Releases its shower
Of sparks,
and the tear
Embarks on its pilgrimage
Down the cheek to meet
The smiling mouth.

~ Gregory Orr ~

(Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved)

 

Ah yes, laughing and crying simultaneously, a situation that I first encountered on the Camino.  Thanks again Dana, Felipe.