When he went out into the world
Walked across a field of wildflowers
Felt the warmth of freedom on his skin
The smell of freshly cut grass,
Climbed a mountain
For no other reason
Than to kiss the sky
Did he remember me
As I remembered him?
Then, I stitch my wounds
With the thread of forgiveness
And unconditional love
Oh! Beloved
Give enough strength to
My fingers to hold tightly
This thread, time to time!
#Vsh