little notes

letters,
notes passed,
messages sent and resent.

words addressed to a particular place,
hit differently in the hard,
than any other space.

there’s a new word, voice, face,
i haven’t seen before,
because we haven’t gone here together.

i think i know you,
and your moves.
yet there’s more,
because what i face is new.

all the pieces i don’t know,
of this, of me, of you,
seems you always knew.
and all i’ve written off,
all that seems the same, familiar,
invites a new look.
with this nearness,
revealing in more ways than not,
i don’t know enough.

primed again,
holding the one who is,
i hear again those whispers…

to the weary,
that’s okay,
rest here.

to the storm-tossed,
i see,
i’m coming your way.

to the heavy,
let me carry this awhile,
i'll be the strength and stay.

to the drained,
i have a filling,
then there's more.

to the aching,
show me where,
let me touch that spot there.

to the hurting,
believe me,
that hurts me too.

to the broken,
me too.

to the fearful,
i’m not going anywhere.

to the hungry, thirsty,
all those who long,
it is I, i’m here.

colliding there,
that very address,
my presence, a force,
beyond what seems impossibly strong.

words from a word
hit different, cut different,
hold me still, love me still.
here and now,
there and then,
not ever afraid to repeat,
however, whenever,
again, i am in need.