A Sacred Kind of Holding

There is a reaching,

a love,

that clings only

to itself,

a sacred kind of holding β€”

effortless —

like the words that come

out of wordless prayers —

like lighthouses

standing still,

yet reaching —

sinking down a little deeper

into the calm,

standing still

and reaching —

ever so subtly.

Let us reach

from this place.

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