here today

 

i kiss your hands

my fellow classmates.

we have been through fire and tears together. birth and death and rebirth. we have been witness and warrior, held each other so tenderly that we were unaware of the holding and yet felt so safe we could walk on into the darkness knowing we are not alone.

i am slow to love in this my third decade. slow to love and yet when love comes it wrecks my heart, tears it open, hands itself over to the beloved and says here you keep this now.

as we near our last week together. please do line up hands outstretched so I may kiss them and show you my face and look into yours and we will know that what we have done are doing will do is sacred. I could not be here in this place without having known you and without letting you know me.

i kiss your hands.

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