Across bone-white grass

The shadowed psyche steps out

Its garment’s torn.

Dreams, remembering what they have lived without,

Covered in the dark life,

Begin shaping the cold.

We have come so far.

Hapless wounds and careless words

Of who we were still echo. 

Yet, I believe.

I believe that given chance,

We meet our better Self.

We take in this Stranger

To break bread,

Knowing we have so far to go.

The time is now ~Pause the dance

For love rises unbidden

Seeking the un-forgiven,

Turning to the patient Stranger

Unfurling its wings.

Oh better angels, lift us skyward!


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