waiting to live

The soft morning light

Filled my soul with peace.

Like a lover’s touch

Delicate against my cheek,

Finally, after fighting a world

That’s turned countless hearts to stone 

I let go,

And I learned to embrace it all.

Tortured hearts, tortured minds,

Gentle spirits still in binds

Find me. I am here

With my branches spread wide

And ever growing.

There is room for all.

My love does not discriminate.

Come to me for rest, 

And from this sacred vessel

I shall pour out life anew.