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.