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I stand quietly in your presence.
You patiently waited for me to see you.
Your layers of understanding
are breathtaking.
You articulated ‘intuition’ to me,
so that instead of soft, mushy magic,
it holds the knowledge of hard graft
with blood sweat and tears.
You stitch walk your fears
into the landscape of your heart,
that lies on your lap like a blanket of hope.
I stand before you.
Waiting to be invited.
Your soft gaze
holds deep waters.
My words, like a handful of pebbles
held, never thrown.
I see you smile.
I feel your acceptance.
And I kneel down
to hold those hands of yours,
that give so much
and never expect to receive.
