the space between our sufferings
this is one of those nights
when the day has been long
and I’m looking for words
in a blank book of an evening
because I promised I would
have something to say
I promised to meet you here
I have riffled through the
pages of my memory
hoping a story would tell
itself or at least tell me
something worth saying
and all I have to offer is
this space between our
sufferings come sit with
me maybe we don’t need
to say anything but that
Peace,
Milton
That’s beautiful!
Exactly.
With you in the journey Milton. No more words needed. I hear your heart. You are loved.
You are welcome in that stormy space in my soul.
I am always grateful for the music you share and the personal narrative that states the universal. Never more grateful than when I receive your poetry. Thank you, Milton.
Love this Milton. Says everything worth saying.
The poem is beautiful, and the responses add more beauty!
Thank you for being here. Perhaps it was a day to let us listen to ourselves. The WAIT found its way back and it’s simply perfect for this day.
I needed this today. Thank you.
❤️