A trembling demeanor, with averting eyes,
She beats around the bush,
Sending creatures scurrying
Out from her mouth, words fall
Hesitating in the air, like a fog before today's rain.
Following, a flash of heat,
Melts her heart and drops final words of shame and disgrace.
Silence grasps the words, tosses them around, and holds them in his fist.
"It is not my place to judge. This is between you and God. And I'm here to support you. A hug?"
Cool, gentle relief, like a quiet rain after a red sky in the mourning, floods in and washes away the muggy heat of the day.
He lightly captures her darkness in his hand and delicately holds it with a simple smile,
Bright and glowing, clear and blue and beaming.
Doubts, like clouds, are not in sight.
