A trouble-weighted cloud followed her
in, and sat
on her lap. Let it go, I
radiated before
feeling my own burden curl silently
into me. For a minute, I had forgotten
sorrow, so happy was I to see my dear friend.
For this hour, I prayed, let’s turn these weights into
purr-cats, into babies, into love-warmed sunshine.
Now I see her more clearly and our smiles meet
before we close our eyes and float in gratitude.
Look at us here in this circle of friends, I pray.
We don’t have hot hillsides like in
ancient theaters,
but, gathered, we listen as if we were audience to truth
performed through us, sometimes knowing our action is
a stage where the creator watches friends of truth.
A trouble-weighted cloud followed her in, and sat
on her lap. Let it go, I radiated before
feeling my own burden curl silently
into me. For a minute, I had forgotten
sorrow, so happy was I to see my dear friend.
For this hour, I prayed, let’s turn these weights into
purr-cats, into babies, into love-warmed sunshine.
Now I see her more clearly and our smiles meet
before we close our eyes and float in gratitude.
Look at us here in this circle of friends, I pray.
We don’t have hot hillsides like in ancient theaters,
but, gathered, we listen as if we were audience to truth
performed through us, sometimes knowing our action is
a stage where the creator watches friends of truth.
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