Comfort

When I comfort you in your grief,
do I want your grief to go away?

When I comfort you in your pain,
do I want your pain to go away?

What is grief, in essence?
What is pain, in essence?
What is comfort, in essence?

I am here for you
I am with you
I am you

… and if that is comfort
I am comfort itself …

Climb

 

In the still, dew-filled morning we climbed
Bushes, teasing butterflies,
Hidden pathways, elusive waterfalls
Gorges, falling rocks
Higher we go, higher and higher
To the edge.
When we arrive
Sun on our faces
Moss under our feet
A wonderous sight.
We know we must return
Knowing it was worth the climb
We know we never left …

Butterflies

 

Butterflies of preciousness
Just woken up in openess

Fly so gently through thin air
On their way to no man’s land

Landing there in silent places
Of the open wounded heart

Working, still in loving comfort
Healing wounds that were not there

And return to distant farness
With a fragment of our hearts …