Everything we need is right here.
The tired, the worn down will rest.
Paths will disappear into wilderness.
Houses will wither and fall apart.
But homes will remain,
Perhaps lonely, perhaps aloof,
But always rising, turned to the light,
As each of us leave our mark
If you were a weed in a ditch,
If you were an afternoon persistently falling
Into night, I would still catch you
Like green grass, like morning light,
Until it was me you grew from,
Until it was me you fell into.
In my life I have walked through fire,
Been burnt down to ashes to give nourishment
To another spring, to another Summer,
To beauty and first loves.
Perhaps we are all planets
Carrying a hundred thousands seeds of life
Within our resilience.