Presence

Empty.

A chasm, bottomless.

Reaching out,

In the cold and dark.

Yearning.

For comfort, for support.

For presence.

For sacrament?

For something, someone.

Something old.

Someone who knows me,

Deep down.

Someone who loves me,

Forever,

Despite my flaws,

My shortcomings,

My mistakes.

Hold my hand,

Gentle spirit.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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