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.
