We walk among parallel trees,
our feet beating patterns in the same soft earth.
Yet peering at your distant peaks my heart leaps –
imagining with joy that day that I’ll reach you,
unaware that there is no reaching you
because you are already here,
in these trees,
in this earth,
in this place
where I now
am standing.
Hard to get up and go days,
Hard to put on that smile
To just feel normal days.
Feeling the air press against me days,
Feeling like I’m not awake
Like I can’t find my center days.
Seeing the darkness days,
Seeing my own frailty
The horror of separation days.
Finding you with me days,
Finding you gentle
Finding you listening
Finding you solid ground
Finding you here
Finding you loving me
Finding you with me days.
I Sing My Soul 