The tender lines reveal the vulnerability
An offering of trust placed, an honor
To listen, to hear spoken, sacred ground
Our choice is to honor or damage,
Receive or reject, and once made hurt or
Heal, such a simple act of grace given
Can we attend the honor, listen and not
Hurt, treat it as the gift it is with all
Our fears, our longings, our doubts,
Our scars, we decide in that moment
To cross barriers and divisions, to
Be most human one with another
A touch of truth invading deeply
We either embrace and heal together
Or walk away keeping our secret selves
Hid by the shell of no compromise,
We must open the door, allow the
Spirit to move us, to heal us, in the
Story of love's open arms bleeding