we don't see it
until it's there
notice
trust the unseen,
what rainbow, prism of the whole sprectrum,
is there, but not yet seen by our eyes?
a man
came back,
defenseless,
sitting there,
listening,
resting,
so nondemanding
a space
prepared
for whatever
so grateful
for this space
"another" offers
to lay my thoughts
words
feelings
out in this open space
that it might be received
with love
honor
and respect
allowed
to be
wholly
fully
crying
expressing
and the friend
remains kind,
only kind,
in the face
of any thought
redemption
so grateful
nothing i ever think, say or do
can hurt anyone or anything
when met
with kindness
stillness remains forever undisturbed
endless song
of gratitude
rainbow: light shining through the rain
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