It Is Here

It Is Here

In growing tensions,

silly smiles,

and fading boundary lines;

In excuses,

unmet eyes,

and frail from which we hide;

In sorrows which

we dare not speak,

unmastered shame we bear;

In holy friendship,

holy fire,

and holy, humbled fear;

In stories told

and then retold,

we hear the theme of grace;

In dimpled chins

and sea-kissed eyes,

each face reflects a face;

In memories–

in histories–

whether right or wrong,

In all the good

and all the bad,

it’s here that I belong.