we are walking with fractured identities

wandering wastelands across this frozen earth

seeking wholeness in a broken mirror

cut and bleeding on the edges of the embrace

finding not only ourselves in the other

finding God behind the shattered mask

learning that pain is worth holding

to gain the one who will wipe away tears

in the meantime let us love with torn tongues

till we are holy kings and prophets

let us kiss with starved lashed lips

till Spring like hope is eternal in the land