If I could promise you,
that each time you took just one step
out of doors
something wonderful would be there
to
greet
you
no matter how you had been feeling that day
with something joyful,
just simple
or
sweet
that there were miracles and magic
and wonder
waiting… somewhere
just next to you
that might otherwise have been
overlooked
if I could promise that
the days when you feel sorrowful
scornful or
sad
something was there to hold you
while you waded your way through
something
hopeful and tender
in soft muted
light
that possibly you just
hadn’t realized
was yours
if I could guarantee that love
was there
to surround you
or that someone, somewhere was
thinking of you
that you were safe and needed
and warm
Even if…
I didn’t have all the answers
to the why’s, and the how’s
and the
why not’s
to the ridiculous notions
of fairness
and fullness
and dues
even if, in the moment,
I couldn’t give
that thing you were expecting
that sudden tangible
reprieve
from a grief in the making
would you trust me still
to know
somehow, that love and kindness
were all we could depend on
to save
us
If I could promise you,
a hand to hold
a shoulder for strength
an arm
to lean on
ears that would listen
and a heart that would carry your pain
without judgement
without pity
without
fear
if I could promise you grace
and presence
and care
the miraculous-ness of one deep
breath
and only in my own fallible fashion
with no particular prowess
no self-proclaimed
degree
except to tell you
that I
was born into a universe of love
that this
is all I know
and that I
will always,
always… be here
should you need me
practicing
this
… probably
in the garden ♥