My affection rests like a benediction
on the heads of my friends, kind regard
like a cool palm on a fevered brow.
When life bends you, endless weight
pressing your shoulders, I lean close and gather
it up. You will not stumble, you will not falter,
you will rise up instead, rise as the sun
burnishes the horizon, rise as the tide
sweeps the shore clean at dawn, rise
like the craft of hands or the fortitude of hearts.
I bless you, my friends, with life full of hope
and passion, the fierce bright song kindled
and undying. I bless you to be seen, heard,
beloved. I gift you with the music of infinite spheres
spiraling through the cosmos, endless light
stitched across the darkness, the notes of every song
you were born to sing. I shelter you
in the strength of sisters, the brotherhood
of verse, the family of understanding,
of being known at the core.
I see you, my love touches you,
a finger’s brush to remind you—you are still
all you have ever been, and more. And more.
c. 2015 Jennifer Crow