thank you

To the ones who
show up
when everyone else
steps back.

And, when I say
show up,
I mean,
shooowww up.

No postering,
no performing.

These are the brave ones
who bare their bones
and offer their hearts
raw
without certainty.

There's a profound
kind of sting,
in this sacred space
of offerings.

When those who are starving
refuse your homemade bread
because they have forgotten
to whom
they belong.

And bread,
you keep making
offering,
breaking.

For someday,
surely there will
be a hand who
receives your gift
with sincere gratitude
rather than suspicion.

And there's nothing
at all,
certain
this will ever
come to pass.
Yet... you show up.
Full cup,
full heart.

You show up.

To you,
you know who you are,
though,
you're
unlikely to admit it
even to yourself.

Thank you.
I see you.

Thank you.

Blythe DoloresDecember 16, 2024Comment