Ball’s Falls
by Lori Vos
Each spring brings a heightened roaring.
The stream, snow-swollen, rushes
toward its plunge over shale-stacked cliff
to pool and rocks below. Today a drop
spins out, a-dazzle, floats suspended,
a sun shaving colliding with a flick
from the fingers of the sea.
Tiny bead of liquid light holds
all waters, radiance from every star,
like each one of us, a fleck of joy
flying from the Son.Lori Vos writes short fiction, poetry, and creative non-fiction, publishing Coming Home: A Spiritual Memoir (Shanti Arts) in 2022. She teaches academic writing at Queen’s University. Living her life on the shores of Lake Ontario has given her a sense of the wide view that speaks of both rest and possibility.
