Like soil moistened by soft rain
Each time you press your hand to my heart
I feel it give way.
It’s the kind of giving way that allows seeds to be planted
Or clay to be formed
Into something new and beautiful.
Yet, strangely,
It is not the growing plant or the magnificent pottery
That captures my imagination.
It is simply that moment of softening, opening.
In that moment, there is only one thing.
And that one thing cannot be named now;
Only in the moment of its birth.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright © 2013, 2019 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
