Hold me for I am

Tired and so broken,

Help me to gather

Parts of me gone

Scattered on the

Paths I tried to

Follow, teach me,

For I thirst for

Knowledge to inform

My mind that I

May begin to

Unbuild me, tell me

The stories about

The days when

Water was clean,

Grasses were green,

Life was abundant,

Whisper in my ear

The tales of times

Before humans

Came, of pure love,

Peace and the

Formless energy

Among the Universe

That I may behold

The home of my soul

And simply drift

In Everything, help

Me lay down the

Burdens of this life

That I can simply be.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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