With the guiding of inspiration,
they come through me,
pointing the way.
Their clarity can be piercing –
sharp and brilliant,
beacons through my
self-created fog.
I wonder at how
they show up-
just when I need them the most.
They are like friends who
know when a smile or a hug
is needed.
And, in the same way,
they are cherished, unconditionally.
This is what my poems mean for me.
I help create them, but
do not quite live them yet.
They love me still.
Funny, how words create worlds…
the beyond is brought forth
in the same way
a kiss presents affection.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 
Another wonderful poem!
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