the song of humanity

this is how the song goes

up from the greatest vulnerability
the frail, wounded, tender parts
those things held close in folds
sheltered from the harsh weather
that whips, spins and beats the door
behind the corner where through
the cracked panels and beams
light seeps through, radiates back
there blossoms through passion
longing, hope that frees concrete
stirrings that out of the darkness
something beautiful and enduring
graces your landscape with love
dancing in abandon, skirts twirling
your greatest compassion birthed.