For all of you, perhaps a little confused, dismayed,
dropped off of your golden path.
Did the garden stop being amazing a while ago?
Seeds growing to galaxies, now dirty piles of ashes to clean up…
I’d wrap my arms around you right now if you were here, and I’d remind you of your sweet song that sings,
whether you know it or not. It’s actually quite easy to hear in between the everything.
Maybe lost, but not alone… here.