Can I hold space for the prayers unanswered,
the not-yet, the pain, and the grief
Can my words solidify
the rock I sit on-
Made of atoms, moving undaunted leagues apart
as solid as it seems, what a feat of mind-blowing reality
Can I hold space for myself, to simply be?
With me, beside me, attuning, witnessing, accepting
What a posture; moving at love's pace
I am the place I've been waiting for, a space of stillness and grace.
