Oh paper thin dividing wall, Line between infantes’mal small, Furrow, across flits love and hate, joy to grief, hope to fate.
Secure in wholeness, beautiful, strong, single-minded, certain one against a multitudous tide of venomous, jealous evil, cries,
“Choose joy, choose hope, choose life again, Choose me. Choose me, and speak the same.” Good roots, good tree, good fruit, good seed. Be loved and found and known and freed.