Read Poem: The Ecstasy Of The Moment, by Taylor Hungerford

Long have I searched through old things
And new things and torn things
And used things
And things of the flesh
And the sky and air
And humble beasts
And rulers of everything
And nothing in between

Where kisses lie on fabric
And passion rises out of concrete
And hate is washed in the blood
And love speaks in flowers and new seasons

And the moment when we say “ecstasy”
And submit to believe what we once did not
That all things can be beautiful
And ugly
And lost
And found
At once

That a day can mean nothing
And everything

That a hand can hold the world
And the sea
And emptiness

At once

Life can be beautiful if you let it

The ecstasy of the moment is when
You stop asking what it is
And let it bloom

Author: poetryfest

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