Monday, September 15, 2008







My thumb reached out and wiped away a tear from her cheek.
We were stood together at The Greenbelt Festival with 20000 others passing by as they participated in some great experiences.

We had not met for years.
The trigger was a question about her soul - so she told me.
She undressed her soul right there in front of me.
It was the struggle with one of her students during the year.
The hostility, the abuse, the uncooperative youthfulness.
Then a single affirmative comment from that young human,
at the end of term,
had touched her soul and she demonstrated it
as love and tears flowed mingling down.