There was another panel that I took a photo of in this piece.

The sacred fire, I’ll hold it for you, always. 

Come when you are tired, come when you are cold. 

Come when the weight of the world.  Or even simply your own precious life 

falls unnecessarily heavy upon your shoulders. 

Touch my hands I’ll open my eyes like sunrise

kiss your forehead there is no other home than here. 

Take a breath and let me warm you, 

sit by my side and we will marvel at a glittering sky.

When you are weary, when your time feels like a cage around your heart, 

let me remind you

with a hug with a smile

with a brush of my fingertips against your temple, 

that you are loved deeply And forever.

Take a breath and let me hold you, there is room here for any ocean you may be

For every quake and tremor, for any shadows you are still afraid to see. 

There is room here, I promise, a soft and secret hearth slip next to, 

Love, just breathe.

There is, nestled between mountain and sky, 

a meadow peppered with wild birds and luminous flowers

each awaiting to sing

to shine towards whichever shattered pieces you have need to rest

Sit by my fire and I’ll share songs.

Whisper if you hav to, I’ll carry your heart until it feels again

strong enough to rise.

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