tonight, as I held hands with those around
as we meditated on oneness
I imagined your hand was in my empty one
I prayed for peace
in my heart
in my life
I prayed for wisdom
I couldn’t feel your hand though
I’ve never seen it’s creases
or sensed it’s texture
I looked for you everywhere
but I know not who I am looking for
not in body
and no longer in spirit
who is this person
whom I imagined I knew so well.
And as I turned the corner
you became a stranger
and I
was left a survivor of war
needing a place to rest my tired heart
a strong place that will hold gently
but surely
a place where I can empty myself to fill myself again and again
a place where I can reach out and see the creases and feel the texture
a place in my heart made real