When I scan others skies

for signs of hope,

 and when I walk other paths

with a longing for home,

God of the exile, 

lead me back

through my own door.

 

Tell me

my forgotten stories,

feed me

the words I have given away,

and draw my gaze

from the far horizon

that I may see the lights

in my own sky.

– Jan Richardson, NIGHT VISIONS

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