All Life Is Movement The obvious mockingbirds, the subtle pines standing, expanding, earthworms wending through warm humus, soft moss pillows blooming, vines stalking, winding, dark swallows dashing to the treetops, algae pluming in the pond, a spinning spider and a ceaseless fly, stone-still coral, an unfurling fern frond, a distant osprey flashing in the sky— the outer parts or the innermost are al- ways circulating, working, flitting, fill- ing, extending, quick or slow, large or small, each in its own way dancing, never still— everything living moves and weaves and strives because love moves, and the Lord of love lives.
Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in Ekstasis Magazine, Reformed Journal, Fathom Magazine, The Clayjar Review, and Foreshadow Magazine. You can find him on Twitter @ithinkiamsteven
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