A Touch of Lovely
Sitting quietly,
Spirit searching for
Quiet Grace
Feeling all but quiet
Tired of waiting
Longing
Wondering about the
Mystery of connecting
With Love.
Then you sit next to me
Quietly.
A stranger, really,
Your thoughts blank
To me
Until the moment
I feel the warmth
Of your hand
On my shoulder, and
Suddenly
You are lovely.
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