days of laughing sky…

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If I had a day that I could gift you
it would be one of  spacious laughing sky
lit by love so bright and tender and easy
that it fills you like a song
that you’ve been thirsty to hear,

a whole pool of it pressing firm and kind against your ache
till the knot of it comes untethered
and your tears run clear till they turn
to the sweet sound that healing makes
when it blossoms deep inside,

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the kind of sky that pulls the troubled
from your heart
with every sip your eyes take
so that you feel it down inside
that you’re wanted,  welcome,
waited for with a knowing hope that enjoys your process,
this ruthless patience hovering over your unique unfolding
with fierce affection
(you’re right on time,  m’dear)

and smiling,  nods and understands,
“see here,  brightwing,  how even in your process
you’re my shining star and there is absolutely nothing
that you have to do or get right or sort or fix or tweak
so that it’s good.

I’m smitten,  all the love of the universe,
with you.”

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If you look up right now,
I imagine you can hear
it whispered in the breeze
just exactly where you are.
Hear?

“If you must err,  do so on the side of audacity.”
-Sue Monk Kidd