Thank you Kim Williams, M.Div. , so I'll send to some poets, hmm… The Stranger Laura B Ilias Shepherd Marrow

Let all my bones bloom.

Let marrow remember the language of spring.

Let the quiet architecture of my body open like a cathedral at dawn.

Let every fracture turn luminous with hidden pollen.

Let breath move through me like warm wind through orchard branches.

Let the dust of old grief soften into fertile soil.

Let time itself kneel, astonished by this slow flowering.

Let light find corridors in me it has never walked before.

Let what was buried rise, tender and unafraid.

Let me stand, living proof that even silence learns how to blossom.

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Any of my lines will be your first, choose.