I'm here. I am
with you—
through the highs, the lows, the in-betweens,
under the whirr of your daily routine.
I’m the unsolved remainder of your calculations,
the sinking in the pit of your stomach,
the blind alley at the end of your ways.
When you’ve hit the dead end,
it's me, silly, you've found at last.
I'm not your needs but I’m in them.
You need me—
not at all as you think.
I've suffered your pains and they’re transfigured,
never blotted out of my heart.
Today and every day I descend
into whatever hell threatens
you, to be with you
as your joy.
Remember this: I've sheltered in the cold stable of your world
so you do not need to be afraid
to be happy.
I sustained all your wounds
before you, for you—
and not heroically.
I’ve wept your tears.
I’ve feared your fears.
I’ve not let myself be spared
any part of your troubles.
And I bear what you’ve suffered in my body—
not as scars but as shouts of deliverance.
I do not leave you, ever.
I’m there. I am
here.
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This is healing. Thank you for this beautiful and LIFE-giving poem.
So needed for such a time as this. Thank you! ...still pondering the title.