You Are Already Home
I am a seamstress
Fabricating a map of the future
From cloth I have woven by hand
Spun from distant fields
Permeable and soft
So that you may breathe
When days are hot
And you cannot escape the weight
Of the air.
I am a storm
Filled with more than I contain
Raging
Each drop unleashed
Deliverance
What will become sustenance
Held in your praying hands.
I am the song
Sung through the ages
So that you can remember
You are already home.