What I know to be true

When I glance over my forty-two years of life, I see how I have never had many friends, but that I have always had at least one, one who saw me, and loved me deeply. I will never be one with many friends. I travel mostly alone, and not that I do not desire to be close to another, but that I am from another … Continue reading What I know to be true

The way has been made

I’ve danced with you because I’ve known no other way. I sit still at your feet where the touch of your garment is made easy. I reach always for you. The light. And the way is made clear. Within. You exist even when I forget my way, when my attention shifts and clarity goes confused. Then you call me. Your voice, an echo that the … Continue reading The way has been made