Moment of Always
Meeting
IN
silence.
In between the whispers Of indistinct night sounds. When the world nearest me is quiet,
......................................is dark. And I sit in the midst of this near, Encircling stillness,
..........................it is here, In this moment, As I read & pray & am still, That I find you waiting for me. To just sit with me & be with me awhile. We sit, just loving each other. And we talk, softly. Gesture. Share. Laugh.
...........And you touch me sometimes, Leaning toward me, knowing me. The good, the bad, the obscure & the hurt. You know as no one can know And you accept as no one can accept.
...........You speak And your voice is the silence Distilled from the passing thunder. Intense absolute gentle quietness.
...........You forgive the wrongs. The stumblings. You correct & firmly scold, With tears. And I, with tears, am sorry. You touch away the pain & calm the hectic heart. And we rejoice inside this sleeping home.
...........In foreign whispers, praise. Then you rise, place your hand on my shoulder. You pray for me. Pull me up & hug me As a friend met after years away. (And it's always like this.) You bid farewell and leave Without leaving . . .
.
. .The night is still night
.....And still quiet. And this moment
.....Just as all moments,
.....Is not empty.
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