Without Intention
(For Connie)

You are
Half a stride ahead
Reaching back with your hand

Knowing I am there
We touch without a plan
Without intention

You would not credit the thought
But it feels like God
Reaching for me

Reassuring me
Reminding me that
Time strides for us all

Whether we know it
Whether it feels like growth or development or alienation
Time strides for us

We need words and deeds cleansed of intention
Reaching for us
As do knowing hands

I feel God
When you touch me


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