I wish for a soft place to land
A home in which embrace is common
And despair is driven to the ground
With the stake of hope
I wish for open arms welcoming
The whole of this human essence
Whimsical, musical, ardent, passionate
And sometimes afraid.
Can you see?
A broken lens I once called safe
There is a shattering of lies
Leaving me vulnerable and restless
My soul calls, insisting to belong
I wish for ears to hear
And heads to nod in sacred agreement
What we have here is an impenetrable peace
I wish to undo the hurt that stays like
Reeking of bitterness, sorrow, and pain
If I were to break free
To fly far away,
Still, would I belong?
Were I to run,
ducking my head firmly in the sand,
still would I belong?
Rising from the fire’s ashes
I ear the crackling echoes
“Come near, fear not, come near.”
I dare to hope
I dare to believe
I dare to risk
A soulful revolution
I will belong.
I wish for a tender place to land
A dwelling where my heart is home
And isolation is pierced to the ground
With the quickening blade of grace.
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