“Dear Abiding Presence,” I write,
knowing you will
gently hold all
I have to say.
I write my darkness out upon
the page: hurts, rage,
gnawing guilt, all
confusion held.
Until at last, once all is said,
a place is made
in me to rest
and maybe hear.
JDG
Ah, that magical tender place of possible tentative fleeting hearing…
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