His hands are weightless

His smile, eternal.

His eyes hold all the stars in the universe,

All the light of a million suns.

His energy charges every cell in my body and

His love powers and drives my nightly dreams.

When he speaks to me, his words feel like a warm soft blanket

Draped  with love over my shoulders.

His voice comes to me in the silence of meditation telling me to stop,

To let it all go.

He tells me that good will only come to me

After I throw out and reject the darkness.

He watches in silence and sadness as

I try but fail over and over…

He knows he can’t do it for me.

I know I can’t do it for myself.