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The feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow

An unexpected helping hand from the stranger

The curl of the tiniest of fingers wrapped trustingly around your own

A gentle breeze on the cusp of Autumn

And the way a leaf  flies against it

The acrid scent of dying sugar maple

Hurried against an ombre October sunset

How the moon fills the sky

And lights a child’s face when she sees it

The way giggles sound sweeter when hurled against the din

Of a tide rising at their feet

The curious curl of a mustached lip smiling across the Metro

The extended hand on the crowded, too fast jitney

The arms carrying the wounded

And the hearts carrying their prayers

The church bell in the distance

And the train whistle calling memory home

All the tender places we land

In our journeys

Glances that smile

Whispers that remind you

Touches that feather sweetness

Compassion and care

These moments

When life unfurls sorrows

Yields weariness

Beckons the best of us

Burrows to the core

Sways in endless fields of  blossoms

You are the wind, the leaf, the tree

You are the raging ocean inviting giggles

You are the blessed setting sun

Ablaze in fiery colors

You are the hum of  home and the traveler

You are the dying and the giver of  Life

You are the sun and the moon and the stars

You are the promise that moves mountains

You are all that is good and loving and kind

You are Life and Life Everlasting

I AM You and You are Me

We are one unto each other

We are the Thing unto Itself