Shhhhhhhhhh
How many times do we see something so quickly, a reflection,
or eyes, or something,
in a window or a mirror?
Just a glimpse, really, barely even a glimpse.
A glit of something.
A gl
A g
How many times do we keep silent,
Unsure of how others would take it
That we are not alone right now?
That there is something else here,
Something that came by in a
Brief hush to say hello?
Something that we saw
In just a little teeny
Tiny bit of a see?
How many times do we keep this truth
Locked safely inside, worse, talk ourselves out
Of what we have seen?
When spirit or faeries, or nymphs or
Elves, or something more or something
Less shows herself, you are being honored,
Revered, loved.
Do not talk yourself out of the experience
Given to you.
To do so is to dishonor the one who
Loved you enough to show herself.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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