You Made a Difference
On this quiet spring morning,
alone in my conservatory,
I feel as if I am in church,
in a precious, holy space.
What a word, what a holy word,
is precious. It speaks
of the unspeakable
value of each human spirit
in the tapestry of life.
I have felt like a pane of glass
quivering on a rock.
I have stood on a busy street corner
with my broken heart in my hand
to show the world.
Kind strangers have reached out
to touch it reverently,
as they paused in the stream of life
to notice me. That brief moment
of empathy has given me strength
to go on when I felt empty.
That brief moment of compassion
has given me the joy
of being alive again.
Thank you to all who have paused
to send me a prayer. You have made
a difference in this one life.
Now it is evening.
Frogs croak in the dark park next to me.
The fresh night air drifts in the window.
A skunk makes its presence known.
I feel lighter in spirit than I have for weeks.
Something like peace of mind
has settled in today.
May all be well with you.
The Poetry Bus goes on world tour this week with Pure Fiction. Go here to find some fine minds at work.