moments

A soul so gentle touched me.

Held my hand awhile

Understood, felt my journey

Tears well up in my eyes

As I find myself stark alone again

In my search...

I look at this child

Stewing in his own sweat

Unkempt, unfeeling, unwanting

Wise by a hundred years

On His Journey

Silence his companion

Waiting for each day to get over

on his own, utterly bravely

Utterly nakedly

I look for reflections to guide me

For words to reassure me

And he...

So alone, utterly bravely...