Your bleeding hole in your hand
Edges are scarred tissue curling over
Flesh ravaged and mended
Your hands are still held out
Even through the blood curdling pain
I fall into your glorious arms
Softness of your white linen garment
feels like a cloud drifting in the breeze
Wounds still don't stop me from asking for help
Your gracious words curl my mouth with joy
And I am Home.
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