Last night I took some sanctuary time.
I sat receptive and congenial,
and what I felt I cannot call sublime,
but I experienced familiar pull.
And tears from long ago then rinsed my eyes,
enhanced my meditations, counseled me.
What filled my thoughts presented a surprise,
and gave me space to wonder presently.

This morning we spent time in talk and drinks
of steeping tea and well-dripped coffee brew.
I listened carefully to what she thinks,
and tried to offer gently one or two
suggestions from my age and knowing her.
I pray some benefits may soon occur.