It's the heaviest day
when even the most hidden veils
between us fall away.
I walk with you and you
take my hand and your
understanding touches the thoughts
and questions in my heart
there is no space between us
only an interpenetrating compassion
My heart so heavy
I'd rather not breathe or move
but do anyway
to honour your presence
that is like a field of spring flowers,
a golden healing light in my life.
I'd rather not move but do anyway
to let my strength, even if pretended,
be a gift to you,
like my believing and heeding your words,
to let it be an insufficient offering
for the divine hand that constantly
touches, moves our lives.
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