Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.