Anam Cara
in the quiet
exhale
of the morning
light wakes slowly
I count my blessings
in drifts like leaves
after the first fall storm
and am grateful most
for the intimacy
of those who know me
and love me still
it is an intimacy that comes
with time
and presence
a knowing born from sacrifice,
selflessness
and even effort
lived in the heart
and listened to
then shared.
it is not
found in the easy
rhythm
of body and breath
my spirit
finds true comfort
in the sharing
of simple pleasures
my soul makes home
in the hearts
of those who walk
beside me
and know me
as I know them…
anam cara
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