of a gift moment by moment taken unconsciously
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
up to where you are bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes,
if it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence
is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
i have a friend suffering – do i understand the meaning of this word? no
i have a gentle friend, he suffers from Lou Gehrig’s disease
this poem is for him … in his presence i understand the meaning of presence
dear reader, i hope you too find your gift
to remember, and to share