Come
live with me,
Love with me,
Laugh with me-
Dare to enter the sanctuary of my life.
Place your hand in mine
And let us walk together
A journey of a thousand miles or a dozen steps
Whatever and however we are called to be
Togther at this moment, in this place.
It is an open hand I offer you
A gentle brush of your palm against mine
A cupping, a holding,
One which water could easily escape
And cascade away to the earth.
I will not grasp my fingers across your palm
Nor weave them thru your own
For this may become a fist, a grip-
And grasping is not the way of sacred pilgrim hands.
Instead let us hold fast, but not cling
Let us love, but then release
Let us listen, but keep no accounts
Let us accompany, yet follow our own hearts.
For we know that it is the journey itself
Which is creating who we each will become.
And we trust that is is The Spirit
Whose wild heart beacons us ever on.