Poem for Joyce, a sister once.
Kissing your hands, I see the wrinkles.
I see the beauty of age and wisdom.
I see the resilience in the capacity to hold life.
I see the scars in the pain and all of life
Kissing your hands, I honor you.
I honor your form being in this form
I honor bringing forward all that is you the sacrifice
Kissing your hands, there is strength
So I look into your eyes to show me the way
So I look into the depths of what you see to find the bliss
So I look past what appears to be, to recognize the soul
I have kissed you
I have honored you
I have looked to see you
Stepping away
We where the space between heartbeats
Is to be.
Comments