Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.