This morning there will be no defenses,
no walls, no gates, no fences,
no barriers, no wounds, no weapons;
I will simply be.
There’s no past, no future, no time,
no foes, no friends, no crime,
no lovers, no emotions, no mistakes;
there is simply me.
Layer by layer just being will peel
off blood of war and buckshot and steel
and grime of the earth from which I will rise;
Clearly I will see
The rainbows and spring blooms that are sure to follow
the storm and the changes that I’ll gladly swallow.
As one chapter closes another shines open
in the story of me.