Rummaging through the cupboards of my soul
I find I have nothing to offer you.
Where is the spiritual nourishment I want to share?
The refreshing tidbit of wisdom
to savour on the tip of your tongue?
Looking, looking, I come up empty…
All I can offer is a bit of space
for you to lay down your burdens,
a bare shelf in my heart
you’re welcome to fill with your sorrows
I will sit with you, friend,
and offer the silence your story needs
to come out and dance.