Intent

I seek a

non-anxious presence

in an anxious world,

trying to remove

the trying, with

effortless effort.

I can read the

invisible ink.

Clearly, love and light

and good are real

in the world,

tangible enough

to do battle

with evil.

Like the ink,

invisible,

but present

nonetheless,

reaching inside,

warming and shaping,

even healing.

Anyone afraid

can doubt this.

It takes courage

to drop the safety

that we think

we created,

to put away

the armor

and become soft

and vulnerable.