
This poem is you.
Deep eyes in a pillar of light.
Beautiful isn’t enough of a word
for what you are. Tears.
And so much grace.
Tears. Presence. Witness.
One of the billions of yesses
whispered by whatever you call God.
Another reassurance
that setting into motion
whatever led to Life’s creation
was a good idea.
Holly L. Thomas
12/14/20
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