A CRUCIBLE OF THE HEART

A presence,

a silence

that makes space

for all that comes.

A grace and

a gathering

that receives 

and collects 

what’s shared

into its deep well.

A listening

that holds 

and evokes

grief, anger and love.

A mirror

that shows 

every face

what it most 

wants to see:

itself as golden,

as seen. The rays 

of the sun. 

The spectral hue 

of leaves.

An August

fired from Winter.