If I could turn your walls into stained glass, 

I would show you how beautiful you are,

Even when you cannot see it, I can.

My friend, who is afraid to speak, to smile

How can it be that I can see your beauty from a thousand miles away

Scented with lilacs, brushed with pollen like gold dust in the soft light

How is it I can know you are precious, like the myrrh that welcomed the baby

To this fragile, troubled world

Find your way, sweet friend, so that belonging becomes your language. 

So that I can meet you one day, laughing in the summer afternoon. 

So that we can talk of many things,

and all of them will bring us home again.