So many to hold / by Zander Ford

And she held me

As I cried


Delicate streams of yesterdays

Fountains of tomorrows

 

I wept gently in her arms

Cradles of Acceptance

 

Loving

Joy

Openness

Kindness

Awareness

 

She held my Body

While my Spirit wept

 

Then she held my Spirit

While my Body crumbled

 

Those thought-forms that created

Yesterdays pains

No-longer cultivated

No longer needed. 

 

And now

I stand

 

Ready

 

To be those arms

 

For others.

 

 

So 

 

Many 

 

Others….