Were I a portal

Were I a portal of endearment,
capable of opening worlds of wonder
for others here in fine Attention;
then I might be called to write a poem or two.

Were I a portal of cherishing,
able to heal at a glance or touch
of those found in grief of spirit;
then I might be called to wave to all I meet.

Were I but a portal of wisdom,
gifted to inspire others to muse and ponder
the humor in life essential to faith;
then I would listen to laughter ‘stead of tears.

Were I a portal as of NOW,
a Messenger of Source and Endurance
with Covenant to dance and sing;
why, I’d grab your hand and say Namaste’.

papa