Be generous as you carry your hidden hurts
out of those dark places, concealed
and, frankly, dangerously balanced
until your soul pleads
to be given permission
to bundle the small sheaf
of plump and nourishing truth
until you walk a thousand miles
on your knees nearly arriving at the dooryard
of everything you love
weeping at the familiar faces
who welcome you home,
no longer a stranger
at the holiest table.
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