I come to you

I come to you…

with open

hands full

of gifts for you,

gifts from a

wounded soul.

 

I come to you…

from a time past

feeling

an ancient circle

close

amongst us

as we draw

nearer

together

like two

dancers

barely touching.

 

I come to you…

with wounded gifts

full of healing

full of hope

full of love

from a

soul

full of compassion

and

longing.

 

I come to you…

shining my light

illuminating those darkest of

dark

places

that have never seen the light

like unearthing a

golden goblet

at an archeological

dig from

long past.

 

I come to you…

taking your hand in mind

and watch

you open up like

the blossoms of flowers in

the bright sunshine

giving yourself

to my light,

so

desperately

giving yourself

to my light.

 

I come to you…

I touch your wound

and

bring you deeper

into my enfold

holding you

close to my heart

softly

slowly

healing your hurts.

 

I come to you…

with no answers for what is felt

deep

inside,

no reason

to explain

for it is

kept

deep

deep

down in our

sacred

places.

 

I come to you…

not knowing who we are

only listening to the

depths

within

as I

tenderly

bear the gifts

of

a

wounded soul

offering

healing

hope

love.

 

And, you take them.

Whispering

an

unspoken

prayer.

 

 

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