My body echoes a silent laughter.
I watch others’ soulful eyes in meetings,
await their glancing at my eyes after
ages of inner journeys, my greeting
each new gaze with soft smile, my folded hands
as in prayer lifting slowly to my face,
slight bow of head, returning their stare. Bands
of transparent angels share gentle grace,
dancing among us. I see it in your
smiles, dear fellows. These simple things are true.
I hear them in your honest words. They cure
fear for a while. I sit here next to you,
feel your presence direct my sober days.
We carry the message in many ways.
Roger Armbrust
April 9, 2010
