Anam Cara

in the quiet

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,
and even effort
lived in the heart 
and listened to
then shared.
it is not
found in the easy 
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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