Ubuntu

An Evening Prayer

Beneath the weeping larch,
in the umbra,
the softest part of your darkest heart.
Shadow me, serpentine.

Under the trembling pine,
beyond the duskveil,
the kindest part of your softest heart.
Heal me, turpentine.

Ubuntu.
I carry what you have been,
breathe what you are,
dream what you are yet to be.

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