And still…..there is light.
No matter how I’ve tried to hide from the shine.
Somehow, after everything,
you are still here.
Still opening the curtains
and bringing me coffee.
Still offering your hands to
to hold mine through the shaking,
Offering your soul while it shares in my aching.
Still here though you’re hurt,
though you’re tired
You’re still willing to heal
from the rips I have torn.
Instead of telling myself that I don’t deserve it,
I will be kind and forgiving, gentle and true.
These are all things that I’ve learned from you.