Friendly Hold

In the midst of hurting,
isn’t there also
an embrace?
An enduring friendliness
that holds you?

The birds are singing
in concert with the wind.
Playfully and timelessly,
the world twists and twirls-
your hurt amidst it all.
Not as a mockery,
but as an honouring
of the truth of your hurting heart.

All the while you,
you are at home. 
Home in a world still dancing,
reminding you to remember
a boundless welcome
for hurting hearts.

Home in a world
calling you back
again,
again,
and again
into its friendly embrace,
you are already held.