Grown Men May Cry

In a room of silence

Our lives we know outside

The Gateway

Become transformed together

Sharing

Creating

Validating

Our fears and ambitions

We are spiritual beings

In a circle of esteemed presence

Exposed within reaching and caring arms

Embraced by known and forgotten elders

We call upon their energy

We seek their undying guidance

Long buried inside the frozen soil

Layered inside the dreams beyond our mechanical warfare

Our own fear, God’s human condition, remains a conflict

When will we know our children

When will we know our lives

How entertaining

A challenge toward self-discovery

We call upon their energy

Soft, soothing, seductive safe

We will understand this plan

We know such risks to stay connected

With our soul that is guided and beautiful

Our words evolve in the ribs of Her lovely bones

Together our eyes are now alert and alive

We open our arms to gather sweet relative peace

Knowledge in tact, assured, steps beyond the Gateway

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