A Helping Hand

It happened during the 5:00 commute.
A glorious sunset.
Five long lush cloudy fingers stretched across the sky
Glowing oozy pink tipped white with lavender.
Gathering me up.
Filling me up.

And this at the end of a day of
Words painfully delivered,
Poorly said.

Of difficult problems presented
With no solutions.
Of doing my best inadequately.

The great mother knew this somehow,
And came across the whole big sky
To console me.

My heart held close in her
Radiant indiscriminant hand
My soul swaddled like the Christ child.
The pains of the day ease just a bit.

She provides no answers.
Only love, wondrous
Restorative love.

JEHW
December 16, 2013