Come and sing into my original darkness.
Make a place for yourself with psalms and hymns,
And I will make a place for you, my Lover,
A place where we can laugh and talk and sing.
Wish, and step out, to walk across my waters,
Stretch your rope out from north to south.
Stand with arms stretched, one east, one west,
And expand your mighty sails
To the rushing wind.
All things will move to you as you stand,
Your dreams and thoughts will bring them all to you.

-jenn