Pure presence

Pure presence is a gift without demands
No intrusion, no monopoly
Within its light our withered self expands

Those who had to sit before may stand
Beside the waves, the gentle rippling sea
Pure presence is a gift without demands

A quiet place, a friend to hold our hand
Helps us to  make bold our heresy
Within the  light our withered self expands

A gift of grace, as humble as an ant
Where can we be present you and me ?
Pure presence is a gift without demands

Is there more than human empathy?
The flowers so small and wild have sympathy
Pure presence is a gift we understand
Within its light our withered selves expands