There is a vessel that holds the soul
Foreign to the world, body of the earth
Showing it’s deposits:
Concern And dandelions
A child’s sloppy kiss
Old age; her hand in his

Spins the simplest of words
That pierce through divide
Only to be discovered in the gentleness of ways
A slight inflection- awakens the numb
A touch that melts sinew
Glints in the eyes-nurture the passing wo/man.

Like hungry children, we beg for even just a morsel
To calm our internal cries
Energize our weighted souls- to cradle what is broken.
Our life’s pursuit.

Yet it remains an underused resource-
a life source.
A heavenly power.
Possessed by all.

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