Every night
the wino sleeping on the concrete
becomes perfect, young and beautiful,
wise, and eternally beloved.
We who pass by
seldom see the miracle
unless
we really want to,
want to bear it
forever,
the pain and betrayal,
the splendor,
the question
with the little hook in it.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
—August 17, 2020