New Day

OH my God
I see the love
in all the faces
all the mouths
all the whispers
wishes
and hopes,
In all the dreams
all the anger
all the spite
and all the hurt.
I see the love

sweet grace
such a feeling
in the body
as grants
this clarity
this understanding
of my fear of unworthiness
to love like this.

and such love
as love like this
that grants all freedom
to be and choose
fight or hide.

Such purity
as to never be diluted
or twisted
or poisoned
by any human act
but to still glow through
from underneath.