Today might be hard friend, there may be moments that you prefer would
go quicker, and maybe whole hours that you would wish wouldn't happen at
all. But tucked in those moments, and filling in the seconds cuddling
close in the minutes of those hours, I'll open up the doors, and curl
back the shades, and kiss your brow to remind you-there are whole
generations, and a whole universe loving you through this. This. This
little second. And can you not see me now? Even now as I make softer the
seat cushion beneath your seat so you could feel that the world is a
gentle one? Then just feel instead, or look instead, or hear instead,
and everywhere waits someone or something in some form eager to love you
in its way.
And in this way, we are loved in moments and ferried
from one cool uncertain shore of our morning to the next, accompanied
always, and guided softly by a gentle rocking of some subtle way we
cannot perceive from our stance.
And so, dearest love, though we
think we may be fearfully going adrift, sit close. Then what does it
matter if now and again we forget our way, if together we are loved
through and through?
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