Seated in your element,
grained and grounded in love,
barefoot and open-handed,
we wait for you to speak.
We sit in stillness,
hearing our fractured tale of difference and division,
deep longing, and hope of healing.
You listen with grave gaze,
turning our copper leaf-question over in hand and heart,
then offer it back with challenging compassion
to see our story in a different light.
Image of humanity, suffused by divine refracted glow,
you gather our fragments with stern tenderness
into halo'ed wholeness.
The seat of judgement becomes the throne of grace,
the alchemy of love transforms the question.
Your hand raised in powerful blessing,
you draw us out of darkness into enlightening day.
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