You shudder and cough, exhausted,
Worn down by life without rest.
Hold. Do not crumple into a grumble;
You have an inheritance of light, of wholeness.
Stand in humility, daughter, son,
In confidence knowing how well you are held,
Never once abandoned by grace,
Nor forgotten by the creator-king.
Move in communion and sincerity with family,
Reach and be seen, go together into the days,
Into the long nights, into the fresh mornings.
Go with arms linked, in step with the spirit.