dry my eyes with your dignity
face-surfacing before me
you rise up miraculously
from deep within
I am the refocus
in praise of your presence
that way coming forth
before me
why am I so confined
before you show me
your magic of being
did I forget
from where we come?
you are vistas in service
I see through you
as you reflect for me
that which would have been denied
but now
my tuning forks alive
in harmonies off of you
surely I will have tears again
but may they reflect
as a wisdom surfacing
gracious with caring
a vastness coming into expression
not just as a bloom
but a declaration
of ever-presence
brought from within
to share like you
as you are yours . . .
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