Come to me.
There is no darkness in which
I cannot see you.
Come to me.
My green heart holds your ancestors.
They are waiting to hear your dreams.
Speak to them. They know your name.
Do not imagine you are alone.
Do not imagine they have left you.
They are listening,
Waiting for your voice.
Come home. All of us are waiting.
Every bird remembers you.
The lion, in his pride, still knows your name.
The gazelle, the snake, the silver heron
Lifting at the shore— all these and more—
Your family.
Come back to me.
You do not need to grind your bones to dust,
Rusting your heart.
You are known to us,
Only come home.