Member Poem

unable to speak
I borrow your country’s tongue
to etch the lines
with prints as paths on a maze
from which I cannot return

this fence surrounds
to hold us feet apart
enough for the eyes
to lock in autumn’s song
as leaves begin to fade

your arms branch out
more real than ever before
entangled, weightless
mounted in a frozen spring
above the lily in a pond

the fruits we grow
begin to line the land
with nectar sweet
as we look beyond the hills
for paths that lead to home

out here the stars
expose a million lights
in blinking calm
above the chaos near
that hides the burning far

we sing to God
as he grows inside our souls
like roots secure
inside the deep, damp Earth
while reaching for the heavens beyond