Finding the Invisible
finding the invisible
every one is a galaxy
look into their eyes
through the fog of fear
and confusion with unknown
things like meeting
there is disbelief
in an outstretched hand
pain in the touch of greeting
gently persistent proffer
kindness, in a celestial glow
hear, “How did you find me?”
“How did you know,
I was here.”
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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