I SAW YOU THERE by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Sometimes, there are no words you can offer…

Sometimes, there is no comforting advice you can give to someone who is so dear to you, going through a tremendous ache in their life.

Sometimes, it is more comforting to offer your tears, your silence, your tender listening; just letting them know you are there for them with an open heart.

I Saw You There

I saw you,

there-

hands to face,

tears that-

spilled upon,

your day.

you held them close,

not wanting-

anyone to see,

I reached with-

my hand,

my tears,

covering yours-

I did not offer,

words like-

it will be okay,

it will be alright,

sound so empty sometimes,

even contrite.

let the eyes of my soul,

give you my listening-

with ears of the heart,

open and true.

without words that compromise,

this moment of holding-

giving you a resting place,

embraced in love and grace,

for you.

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling .I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

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