Family might grow these
in a real
Tender Mercy Garden
Sometimes it is friends ~
Whoever steps up
to offer respite for our
tired and wearily ragged souls
Try to understand
You are adored
and they want you alive
safe and thriving
Be aware of their weariness
in the event you
overextend them
Allow spaces
Allow bursts of tension
and stress
they are doing for you what no
other person can
And it is a balm
for this tender-aged crone-girl.
I am a rescue animal of sorts
still getting lost
after all these many years
or perhaps
I never was found
to start with
I seek
guttural searches
discard
begin again
Landing in a place
near those who
extend the noblest hands up
filled with rich pure mercy.
June 3, 2017 San Rafael, California
~ Day three of “A New Start: a faint, a fall, a crash”
down a flight of stairs.
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