A  HUG...

 

A hug...

      can come to us so naturally...

             a greeting after battle,

                    a gladness of the heart

                            the friend has lived, is sound,

                                  not holding in its fond clasp

                                         a trace of coming times.

 

 

 

A hug...

       can be something in our mind

             and, yet, so real

                    the arms of it reach quite around,

                             hug us back,

                                    and we are satisfied

                                          with their reality.

 

 

 

 

A hug...

         can come unexpectedly

               when news is heard

                      that lifts our hearts

                            and, so, our arms reach out,

                                   embracing...both...

                                          the bringer and the brought.

 

 

 

 

A hug...

          can come with that full sense

               of effort shared

                     and common goal

                            that makes us see our oneness

                                   with those given to our lives,

                                          joined in a moment's knowing.

 

 

 

 

A hug...

          can come at the end of strife

                 when grief collapses anger

                         and we reach in comfort and in pain

                                in the softness of the night,

                                      holding...lest we fall.

 

 

 

 

A hug...

          can be a simple greeting

                 between friends just remet,

                        glad of heart to share again

                               the familiar presence of the other.

 

 

A hug...

          is sometimes nothing more than the quiet clasp of hands

                  yet all the more for being only that...

                           not...only...that

                                   but so much beyond,

                                            a matter of the heart and soul.

 

 

 

 

 

A hug...

          can be a last, firm grasp

                  when good-byes have come

                         and bid us take our leave

                                from those who are too hard to lose...

                                       and yet we must.

 

 

 

 

A hug...

           can lie quietly, only in our eyes,

                   in silent watching

                         as someone leaves our lives

                               and we can only follow

                                      with our gaze.

 

 

A hug...

          can have its forming all alone

                 as we sit and think,

                        locked into remembrances

                              of all that friendship means

                                      and the sacrifice

                                            the nature of that brings.

 

 

A hug...

            between men in the midst of battle,

                    seeing the other yet alive,

                             a lion pausing in its hunt,

                                   and with brief exchange of glance,

                                          everything is said,

                                                 everything is known.

 

 

A hug...

         given in true gladness

                for the victory of the other,

                        spills over our stunned form,

                               washing it with joy

                                     unrealized, perhaps,

                                            until it comes as memory

                                                    and only then we know

                                                           how truly we are loved.

 

 

 

Jo Anzalone

 

 

HANDS  (SIMILAR TO "A HUG..."and with 30 pictures)

 

EYES  (ALSO SIMILAR, but with almost 100 pictures)

 

FEET (with 40 pictures)

 

A MOUTH (with 52 pictures)

 

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