Old friend
Your shadows lick wounds
Your stillness quiets hearts
Your skies open
And tears fall
Rinse the dry crusts from
Cloudy eyes
Soften the callouses
Worn from backbreaking journeys
Call in, call forth
Spirits old and new
Tired and weary
To in darkness be still and receive
Your rest and renewal
Jaclyn Edds Konczal | November 2022