T’is my own Soul that I glance when I see you there still
Each and all faces multiply and fill.
In the eyes of each shine and hope lasts to be.
I knew that you cared and leaned deeply on me.
Leaving behind all the treacherous finds
Did wrench through my psyche, my heart and my mind.
How can one live with such comfort and ease
With oceans of sorrow across a few seas.
One Face, is part All. I love you as me.
Take my hand, lift your veil. We can pray. We can see.
©2012 Linda Willows
photo by Dexter Garcia