Saturday, October 4, 2014

My Precious

Unlocking the cages every morning
So that all of them could wander
I cheer every time they fall
I celebrate the wounds
I let them cry out the pain--
But never about the pain
I gather them all at the end of the day
Together, I kiss them good night
Locking the cages for them to rest and mend
Because it's a sanctuary to forgive
Because it's a sanctuary to grow
This is how life is
But we pretend not to know.