Neglected underutilized spaces
tend to fill themselves in
It’s no wonder folks arranged themselves
to accommodate my fears and tears
It’s time for something new

Hold space for another
Stand in the gap on holy ground
Be a burning bush
Sift contrast to capture blessings
too small to be perceived

We are finding our way treading lightly leaving no prints
except on the hearts and minds of those who give permission to be impacted
Who choose to be moved strengthened comforted and released