Tenderness

This morning I watched the light come and touch everything I saw. There was a kindness to its light. Sometimes momentary, sometimes lasting for hours and hours.

What I think we want in this life is a place to be seen. To have tenderness of focus and clarity of heart. Then we pass that along like the sun.

I look forward to the night and the moon’s light touching tenderly all that takes in its shine.

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