The Palms of your Hands

 I’m going to weave a cloth of light,
a cloth so fine,
so strong and soft. 
a cloth of light,
of kindness,
of gratitude,
of peace.

A cloth of love,
of laughter and tears,
of threads forged in my heart,
so tender and mighty.

And I will hand you a corner,
of which there are many,
one for each of you,
so that when we are all
connected by threads so strong, 
so light,
I will rest,
And my heart,
Will rest
in the palms of your hands.

I give thanks, for you.

It's strange how your discontent or happiness affects me. I have a thin current of worry with your name on it
that flows alongside all the other worries
in my underground reservoir. I think,
at least in your case,
the worry revolves around unfulfilled creativity. But,
also,
I have an even larger stream
that flows
whose name is 'faith'. They intertwine
and flow together forever
over the edge of my visible horizon.
One balancing the other.
So love, be good, be happy, drive carefully,
and make me something pretty
from your heart.
love you, M