Seeing You, My Friend, Deeply: Revolutionary IMprov Poem

I struggle

to be with you.

It’s intense

to stand near you.

It’s overwhelming

to speak with you.

I am overcome

because I see you.

More than what the mirror

shows back to you.

More than what friends

and family tell you.

The light in your eyes.

The joy in your smile.

The radiance of your face.

Your witty, wise, wonderful words.

Your deep, soulful spirit.

Your kindness.

The way your hair blows in the breeze

as you skim across the lake.

The way your body strongly yet gently

moves, leaving men in your wake.

The way you are open to all good,

and the way you give good to all.

I shake my head in amazement,


and joy,

and am overcome with happiness

that I am part of your world;

part of a world which has you in it,

part of an experience that comes

when I see you.

I wonder if this is how God

sees all of us?


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