who frees me,
sees me,
who accepts me as I am,
who holds me,
enfolds me in love….
+
who?
and do I see you,
accept you,
know you,
in the beggar
holding a can of stellar,
challenging me to
know my own humanity,
(for I find myself mirrored there),
and not to hide from it…
+
the only hug
I have received this week
was beer soaked,
still you were there….
+
I look in the mirror
(finally)
and know,
yes that was you,
reaching out to me,
waking me to myself
loved,
known,
celebrated
+
you come as always,
unexpected,
with angel wings
still unfurled,
releasing in me
fresh possibilities….
+
and so I turn….
Eternal footsteps 