Heaven


Help us for we can not always rise alone.

Teach us to be as genuine as your holy light.

Tell us to wear our culture like your clouds

wear the sky.

Teach us to love though we’ve been burned

and buried.

We are vines trying to grow on knives,

born into a world that plucks us out of our

very own trees and plants us in a hurricane.

Heaven,

teach us to be monuments as tall as you.

Tell us we can conquer as one.

Heaven,

Help us for we can not always rise alone.

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