Please don't cry.
We'll start again.
With a different Spirit.
New wind in the sails.
Everything we once fought about
now we'll fight to change.
A chance to breathe
a breath redeemed.
We had grown so shallow
together
we almost ran out of air.
But don't cry.
Something's clicked;
the fire's lit;
and the seven gifts
just delivered
are waiting to be opened.
Tears and tarry mascara
have marred our cheeks;
now a different Spirit,
a gentle Spirit,
a breezy Wisdom
has come to renew the face
(teaching us again to give
without taking
what isn't offered,
to learn to love the limits first
that would define us,
then to love the perfect way
they intertwine)
Earth,
please don't cry.
We'll start again.
A different Spirit
will give us the words
of tenderness
that for all these years
were so hard for us to say.