Can I Be A Loving Presence?

In the midst of your storm, can I hold steady?

The wind and the mud that are thrown about.

In the wild of the rage, can I see your light shining?

That sun that never sets.

When you hide and retreat, can I see the future version of you strong and brave?

Will I be strong and brave enough to look beyond this moment?

When you have lost hope, can I find the words to comfort your lonely soul?

Is that what I am to do?

Fix it, make it better, love you and hold you until it all goes away.

Will it ever go away?

Little one, Can I be your loving presence while you stretch out, you thrash about, while you fear the discomfort of growing up?

You express yourself boldly, your statements infused with your all knowing.

And they ring true to your deepest fears- rejection, isolation, life purpose.

My deepest fears.

And then the storm passes. The clouds have moved on. The sky is clear and calm, I find myself struggling for language but the feeling is real and alive and present.

A deep loving presence emerges.

There all along, with breath, I find her.

Filling me, warming me, supporting me again. Here she is.

And with each storm, a depth and a strength begin to form.

A knowing, a familiarity, each storm different-

the rise and the fall, the loud and the soft, the tenderness that is the aftermath.

You touch my arm and you are home.