The gentle rain refreshes the ground like the tears that fall
As I pray for you, cleansing, nurturing and real.
My heart reaches for you and the ocean is only a wall
Breaking onto a sinuous coast and I recognize your zeal-
The vivid hues of many tribes, complex and tragic past,
But ancient strength still poised to rise above the flames.
Even at my distant place my eyes rest on your face,
A knowing like a life long friend, a meeting come at last.
A language cannot be the thread, but we will share our names
And steadfast stitches will bind us then as our souls embrace.