Beloved,
news of your sadness
will soon reach me
through the usual channels.
But I already know it.
I am the rain of your sorrow
before the clouds
even come to you.
My heart goes out to you
before I even hear your prayers.
Though you think me distant
I am right here,
in it.
I hold you and your grief
like my twin children.
In time I will bear you both
to a place of joy,
but now I am simply present,
though unseen, hidden
in your cries and questions,
in your silence.
My love, I am the emptiness
that holds you.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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