When sorrow makes its home inside of you,
And all you feel like is a sullied piece of art,
When you yearn to feel the embers of hope burning,
You will find it glowing deep within creation's heart,

When you've found the image of yourself is lost,
And you don't know how to begin or where to start,
When you're seeking your lantern and your map,
You will find them sheltered within creation's heart,

When all you can hear is your faults and failures,
And the allegations begin to tear you apart,
Please do know you've always been a songbird,
Which proudly soars and sings within creation?s heart.



Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 674 AF.