The Golden Thread of Grace

In more places than before

I find you here!

When fear

Tightens,

Grips.

When space collapses

And technique fails

I find you there.

In a voice

a face

a poem.

In the understanding

Of one who has gone before.

There you are.

And finally!

In the loving reassurance

Of my own sweet hands

Resting on heart and belly

Here you are