I know your burdens, know your chains,
unspoken doubts, the hidden pains.
I see the falls you wish to hide,
The sins you fear, the wounds inside.
Yet still, I call—just as you stand,
Not when you’re pure by your own hand.
For love is not a distant shore,
It meets you here, it asks no more.
Drink where wild deer bends down to sip,
Let wisdom guide, let folly slip.
Follow the cat to a place of rest,
Trust where the creatures build their nest.
Eat from the tree where worms have fed,
Find life where others taste of dread.
Go where the mole has tilled the ground,
And let your roots grow strong, profound.
Rise with the hens, embrace the day,
Watch as the darkness fades away.
Gaze at the sky, release your care,
And let your thoughts be light as air.
For silence heals the restless mind,
And peace is found when tongues unwind.
Sadness is the cruelest snare,
But joy will cast it to the air.
O soul weighed down by loss and sin,
The gate of love still calls you in.
Not when you’ve shaped yourself anew,
But here, today—I welcome you.
So take my hand, give me your heart,
No need to mend before you start.
Come as you are, no mask, no art—
Just love me, love me as you are.

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