Come sit here with us, we have things to sayand then perhaps, you have things to say and doWe will say these things in a clear wayover louder voices that speak past you at the same timeLouder voices hope as we do to find their way into the soft spot that is your heart, the place where you waver and feel weakbecause you don’t sit there often enoughOur voices will tell a storyparts of which you knowsome you might not want to knowpieces that will restore youto a sense of what is and who you areso these other voices can run offnot rest heavily on your shouldersor ease into your heartOur voices will sing the story, whisper it,breathe it into your bones...You were born in the summerinto softness and heatborn weeping and into weepingYou were born into a placeso many others have called homecall home, will call homeAll of them called to be herefrom the stars, out of the earthfrom water, through airat different timesbut called to be hereto be with one another for a short timeto exist with all that already wasand to leave it as a place of welcomefor others, to be fully who they are,while they are hereTo see each other, eye to eyeto breathe each other’s breathto stand then to lie down togetheron the earth.