You are held in the light of love,
the grace of all,
the surrender of rapture.
Lay your head upon my soft lap:
Rest here.
The scent of sweet lemon,
a balm to your soul:
golden light of ease,
blooms within the sharp edges of your tired eyes.
Sigh here.
The world seems dense with
expectations.
Unanswered questions.
Spinning thoughts.
Sleep here.
Your stiff joints,
hard neck,
heavy heart:
Come here.
You are enveloped in gentle love.
You are kissed here.
©rebecca cavender