Day 11: I wish for you

It's poem #11 in 11 days, and I had no idea what to write tonight.  As such, I asked my friends on Facebook to help me out.

"I need 8 words.  One word per person.  First 8 words will be put in a poem.  Be creative yet kind," I suggested.

The thread has since been derailed with suggestions of waffles, rutabagas, pterodactyls and something about shimmering vaginas...but that poem is for another day (or something.  I make no promises.  Waffles and shimmering vaginas may be beyond my literary capabilities).  

The first 8 words suggested were:

cultivating

solitude

gracious

compassion

refreshing

unexpected

shimmer

rain

I wish for you...

I wish for you the beautiful mundane:

steaming cups of herbal tea

unexpected summer showers

and fireflies.

I wish for you grace

like a cold dog nose -

annoying in its ordinary,

surprising in its arrival,

like breathing -

it is gracious compassion,

and radical, if the lighting is right,

your heart

is a cosmos of shimmer

emanating

cultivating

undeniable amazement

I wish you the truth

of the depth of your beautiful

you who can never know

the refreshing of your presence, you

who are more infinite than stardust

I wish for you vast

and exquisite solitude

to empty your sky-ocean heart,

you holy creation with dirty-soled feet

your soul shimmers in your eyes

that can never see you clearly,

so bless your holy blink

and your holy stumble,

bless your holy why

and your heavenly how

so when your heart thunders

from what this world will do to your soul,

may you only ever know

the holy power

in your rain.