Outside in, inside out

Out there,
I am fragile,
vulnerable,
alone.
In here with you,
with your tender blessing
watching over me as I pray,
I feel safe,
and somehow holy,
as if the flames of passion
that burn within your soul
have set my little tent afire
and I can go
back out into the world
rejoicing,
inspired,
blessed,
and blessing;
knowing some part of you
still watches and prays
when I leave.


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