Even the prospect of repeated
Rituals and those hugs that hurt
Your neck seemed blissful
Compared to the prospect of
This particular aloneness.
Of course, you knew that any
Separation from your lover
Would bring up that now
Too familiar longing.
So the family hubbub would
Serve at least to distract you;
Give you a sweet interaction
To focus on and enjoy.
But now a missed flight
Has left you in this
Unexpected holiday exploration.
Perhaps your lover’s inspired way
Of viewing the world
Helped lead you to seek the holy
In this common experience.
Whatever it was that led you there,
To your surprise, the list
Of sacred moments trailed on
Into the night:
Pages of noticing and sightings,
Photos of loveliness and loneliness,
Joys shared with strangers,
And little delights from loved ones.
What you thought was hollow emptiness
Filled with fearful pitfalls
Turned out to be dense, deep fullness
Of your own compassion and gratitude.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright © 2013, 2014 by muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
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