An encounter on a warm, sunny beach in Greece - on the Island of Corfu.
A wave of beauty washes over me; I am still as a rock, fixed in the sand.
She is above, over, and all around; swaying and cleansing.
Endlessly strong, and then suddenly frail like children, we ride and bathe each other in a pitch dark night, filled with red and yellow flashes, from a thousand suns unseen.
Electric power in the slightest touch;
soft eyes melt together.
And still it continues.
Time disappears when we collide and leave only: a sky filled with flickering stars.
'Catholic Voices in a World on Fire' Anthology, includes 'The Poorest of the Poor'; by Judy Joy Jones which is a chapter from her upcoming book about her volunteer work at Mother Teresas houses around the world including her house in Washington DC w
Wonderful phraseology getting across the emotion so well.
Ron