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The feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow
An unexpected helping hand from the stranger
The curl of the tiniest of fingers wrapped trustingly around your own
A gentle breeze on the cusp of Autumn
And the way a leaf flies against it
The acrid scent of dying sugar maple
Hurried against an ombre October sunset
How the moon fills the sky
And lights a child’s face when she sees it
The way giggles sound sweeter when hurled against the din
Of a tide rising at their feet
The curious curl of a mustached lip smiling across the Metro
The extended hand on the crowded, too fast jitney
The arms carrying the wounded
And the hearts carrying their prayers
The church bell in the distance
And the train whistle calling memory home
All the tender places we land
In our journeys
Glances that smile
Whispers that remind you
Touches that feather sweetness
Compassion and care
These moments
When life unfurls sorrows
Yields weariness
Beckons the best of us
Burrows to the core
Sways in endless fields of blossoms
You are the wind, the leaf, the tree
You are the raging ocean inviting giggles
You are the blessed setting sun
Ablaze in fiery colors
You are the hum of home and the traveler
You are the dying and the giver of Life
You are the sun and the moon and the stars
You are the promise that moves mountains
You are all that is good and loving and kind
You are Life and Life Everlasting
I AM You and You are Me
We are one unto each other
We are the Thing unto Itself
