With Judah.

I hold your hands

without seeing

the grime under your fingernails.

I reach-out and grasp

the whole of you

and we walk together, 

comfortable,

destined. I am 

thankful. My heart is quietly 

rejoicing.

There is greatness in this hall;

a little body inhabited by a 

soft,

giant soul, feeling deeply;

pouring peace from arms that

encircle, again and again

reflexively healing.

I am the receiver of this

enormous love, of which  you are both a 

conduit, and 

source.

Blessed am I

                 to grow you

Blessed am I

                 to know you,

                 to dwell with you too.

Blessed am I,

                a "place where praise is made".