Touch me

Touch me 
with kindness
and laughter
with wondering, 
and sweet words
 
Touch me with your living,
your feeding the world
– and yes me –
in all of this
touch me 
 
this grace I receive
with awe
having sat in damp canyons
for long stretches
 
You know who you are
You know why the sun rises each dawn
You know how to release an animal into the wild
You have learned how to say “thank you”
 
this is all there is
really…
 
living on the earth,
offering your broken heart
in your hand to another
bread and wine…
and threading love
through your days
 
this is indeed
the touching
that makes me 
sing and sigh
and walk into the clearing
like a dancer
dancer
 
 
 
 
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