Comfort doesn’t need to make a name for itself.
Yet, it has a place and knows that,
like a rake knows the side of a shed
or a shawl shoulders.
Because Comfort knows itself
it does not deny its life,
is not shy, will not hurry to speak
or try to attract attention.
But watch closely,
notice of Comfort breathes
more deeply than anything else,
opens up room for you,
unwraps a long pause around you,
as if it is a gift you deserve for no reason at all.
Comfort shows you
how the moment does not just pass but lives
like a pair of hands that cradle the back of your head and neck,
sensitive that you, the weight of you at rest in someone else’s palms
is like nothing else in the universe,
and breathing again,
looks down, smiles, cares
By John Fox