sometimes it’s like the light is speaking
though let’s be cautious of that
not words, nor even suggestions
playing in the water shower’s head
something confirming
not of words or thoughts, no
but of being
loving me I love it back, needing,
dancing in our mutual seeing
grateful when I see this, feel it
I must remember
always there even when we cannot feel it
in life’s enforced blindnesses
even as my sight’s denied
my heart’s committed to the light
always there, holding, seeing, knowing,
love
A. H / K. H-H (13th November 2018)
Reblogged this on a blind catch in the sun and commented:
reblogging this series this week after coming across them looking back, one or two others that may fit, though of course you might look at every poem as a prayer . . .
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