This world

This world

With all of it’s beauty

And uncertainty

Is the world I must live in

Carrying my self and hopes and dreams

Tenderly

Mindful of the confusion

Longing so often brings

My beings still craves

Human connection and touch

Even as fear continues to erect

Physical and emotional barricades

All around us

This world is my home

Even when I long for the freedom of non being

A return to those angelic realms

My soul once knew

And touches for moments

Alone in my solitude or in nature

Or when comforted for a time

By the love others give

Me freely

And even on those days when my soul aches

When I am weary in my body

With all the unrequited struggled

And can only weep

Silent tears

This world is still my home

This body is still my refuge

This life is still full

Of a beauty I find

Even in sorrow

As nature holds me gently

In the palm

Of it’s healing hands