Conversation

Look,

I wish you could see it,

the luminosity of your life

re-living itself over

and over in scattered

happenings of everyday

kindnesses that reflect

nothing else other

than just being kind

  because you want to,

  because the sum of

this world’s contradictions

isn’t greater than the nearly

impossible journey it took

for this afternoon’s sunlight

to wrap itself softly around

the shoulders of strangers

passing you on the street,

   because you always

carry some of its warmth

within you, not like a

possession, but a reservoir

of presence slowly releasing

itself out into the cold.

Look,

you might never glimpse this

in yourself, but trust me,

I’m not the only one

who found a path home

because your embers glow.