Someone came to my table with love;
And a stone.
She smiled and shed a tear, as she looked around;
And looked at me.
Someone came to my table with love.
She was happy to be there.
To be invited,
Included,
and
Seen.
Someone came to my table with love.
Interested in the artistry around her,
She did not show up empty-handed.
She brought some of her own
To leave with me,
To remind me of my weight,
To show me that I matter;
That something about me is irrefutable and unmovable,
Like a stone.
Someone came to my table with love;
Reminding me that my loneliness can turn me to stone.
Somehow she knew.
And, she showed up
In the right place,
At the right time,
With the right words.
My Place,
Right in front of me.
And, she moved me;
And the ache in the center of my chest.
Someone came to my table with love.
She opened her heart
And lent her ear;
Her discernment,
Her Silence.
She was with me.
And, she was a witness;
Just there,
Just us,
Just a moment
An emerging friendship between the cracks in the concrete.
Someone came to my table with love.
She gave me a stone.
And, now my heart beats again;
Maybe a little faster,
Maybe a little more sure of myself,
And my place,
My belonging.
This opening did not come from knocking on a perpetually closed door;
A side entrance that is broken
Heavy and Locked.
It came from opening my door,
And reaching for me;
Accepting my invitation
And offering an invitation of her own.
Someone came to my table with love.
She gave me a stone.
She moved my sorrow;
With Kindness,
With Humility,
With Mercy.
She said, “I want to hear you sing.
I want to know your song.”
I didn’t believe her at first.
So….
She showed up at my door again,
With another stone;
A larger one with brighter colors,
And her love.
Now, I have two reminders;
One for each hand,
Smooth and heavy,
That there are some who want to hear my voice,
And include me,
No matter how alone
Or ExcIuded
I may be.
A reminder of my desire
A reminder of my fierceness
A reminder of my limitations
A reminder of my beauty
A reminder of our connection
Someone came to my table with love;
And a Knowing,
And a teaching beyond words,
That there is no stumbling block that can be cast
That can’t be turned into a work of art,
And held with love,
And moved.