cupping the truth in my hands
until my own palms
glow
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… and you pass it to us…
as faithfully as I can ❤️❤️
It is truth that you do. And time after time you come as close as any poet of our world does, or has, to allowing your readers a glimpse of the ineffable. If you never wrote another poem, your present body of work would already be stellar in my eyes.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
thank you, Ana ❤️
Thank you, Rosemerry. 💖
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What a beautifully evocative piece! Your words capture the gentle power of holding onto truth and letting it illuminate from within. The imagery of “palms glowing” is simply stunning—thank you for sharing such a radiant affirmation with us. Your poetry always inspires reflection and warmth!
oh, thank you!