I waited for the beholdness in your eyes

and waited

until transference seemed the wiser template,

replicating relationships built on sand.

Feeling your limitations as a child was one thing

accepting them later, quite another.

Do all of us know

the grace of “in giving we receive”?

I meet the pain of your absence

seeing I am object of  your limitation

both of us looking into the pit

reflecting there my-face-in-yours-in-mine.

Yielding to the emerging Template

of a heart made of flesh

I receive

the gift of giving you the warmth of an embrace.