A Divine Space

She holds a space between us where I can breathe,
where pain and fear can peek out from the fence around my soul that pens them in.
She invites all the players in my dreams, the ones I try so hard to deny,
into the warmth, into the light, where they can play their parts.
Unflinching, she helps unwrap the bandages that reek like death wraps,
covering the life buried deep
knowing that light and air will aid the healing I so desperately need.
She witnesses the slow uncovering of deep things, gently unfolding layer after layer
without hesitation, shock or surprise at what is being uncovered.
She holds a space between us with light and life and love
and it is divine.