It finds us now and then
when together
when together
you and I
draw the curtains on our shame;
when we share the strains of our lives
only to receive the gift of Grace.
It lets us in occasionally
and offers up relief,
empathy
and a summer yard
on which our ego can lie down
and laugh at how absurd
it truly is.
Come,
let us return
to that secret place
where you tell me who you are
and I try to do the same,
where we pack the space between
and the hurt can’t get in.
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