We all wander
Through the thistles and thorns
Hacking away at anything
That makes us feel
Uncomfortable
We want to belong
Built
For this unity
Desiring the love
Of a creation
That is restless
With our presence
It marks our days
And in our slumber
We dream
For a time
When everything is still
We hope to find this rest
Each day we churn
Toward a moment
When we will matter
More for who we are
Then what others want us to become
We were told this path
Was chosen
Destined
As if that will ease the pain
Of our immediate need
To not remember
All the cuts
And lies
Brought forth in a time
That monetized my worth
And soul
Bring forth the harvest of empty bodies
To the altar of the infallible man
But yet
We know
That there is another side to this tale
One that cannot
Be bought by the hands of a system that believes
My soul is theirs
A sacred wilderness
And all that enter
Will be found
Known
Loved
And made whole
by: Jay Coile
