O Loving Mystery,
you come to me
in voices I had not heard,
colors I hadn’t noticed,
kinds I hadn’t treasured.
A conversation
with a stranger on the road,
an invitation waiting close by
in a foreign language,
a moment shared
across the unbridgeable gulf.
Something deep within touches,
this secret companionship,
this opening you offer,
this island of belonging.
These are not merely charms
for my bracelet
but you
sewing the world together.
______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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