May I open
my heart
when I discern
your need—
catch my heart
as it turns,
draw it back
to your face.
May I be with
your pain,
not knowing
its balm,
trusting only
our connection—
breathing—
turning toward.
May I open
my heart
when I discern
your need—
catch my heart
as it turns,
draw it back
to your face.
May I be with
your pain,
not knowing
its balm,
trusting only
our connection—
breathing—
turning toward.
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