And though you thought it mattered all these things.
Ran fast up mountains as if that would change the world.
And though you thought if you tried hard enough or were good enough this could change.
No: water pours down the mountain and the sun sets.
So do not tilt at windmills or set your heart at changing the tide,
Rather learn where love may grow and where these flowers bloom.
And look for sun that will warm your heart and not burn your fragile skin.
And listen not to words of anger and rejection.
But hear the song of the morning the whisper of creation.
The lapping tide of our breath flowing over us in this morning of love in this day when we are beautiful and stand fearless at last.
For we saw in our eyes a promise of acceptance a hope of forgiveness a glimmer of belonging.
And we heard a chorus of angels the promise of a new day this baptism of love.
Songs for Huda 