If you hold a heart that sings secret songs
closely to your ear,
you can hear the words your parents spoke
when your father drew your mother near.

If you hold the hand that took too long,
the one that seems too far,
you can tell who loves you, who does not
and who you really are.

If you hold your mind at arm’s length –
away from your shaking chest,
you can speak a single word of strength
and say,
“In me alone is my love created and so, it is blessed.”