A Poem, if you’ll accept it…

Maura Kernell
Nov 6 · 1 min read

14 August 2018

You were There, swaying like a dandelion, when I fell down the stairs because I wasn’t looking and because I thought I had finished all the steps

You held my elbow and forearm as you pulled me up, continuing to sway and twirl

and I felt like a child, simultaneously wanting to burst into tears and completely awestruck at your fairy-like presence

Compromising, I gazed at you, eyes wet and mouth ajar, sighing — trancelike — at the peace you released and sent (like pollen from your body) to Me,

a negative nose in need of a good sneeze.