“I will always remember how far you walked with me. “ -WILDER POETRY

to the humans, sisters, the brothers, kindreds, the souls, the loves

the ones that see you when shadows hide you face and the nights stretch so long

that the memory of day fades.

the beauty of this, not only joys but the tears and unanswered questions that are shared with one of these,

like holy communion - lasting

until the dark rests and once again you emerge in the light,

perhaps changed, unrecognizable, seen - held, still

this is something that is sacred.

walking with a soul you love, journeying through days that don’t obey

the the time and laws of charted seasons - these

they are a true definition of holy.

-jess gatlyn