Offerings

What can I offer you

In your time of desolation

When the cry of the heart contends with

Even the gladness of a sunny day?

What can I offer you, whose slipped disguise

Reveals in crumpled torment

The layer beneath your outward smiling charm?

When grief stares, piercingly, beckoning

Here I am, old friend, do you know me?

I can but answer, yes, too well

Then I can offer in humble spirit

Another tear

And mirrored brokenness

Yes, I am here

Will be my reply.

copyright Josephine Collett Feb 2011