LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

You, the owners of the land,

Bless my arrival with your saw, so grand,

For I do not wish to depart, not now, not soon,

I want to feel your ground, beneath the moon.

Open your arms, welcome me well,

For my journey here still has much to tell,

So much to give, so much to feel,

And in this fertile soil, I long to heal.

Bless my steps, my roots, I plea,

For in this land is where I am free.

I do not wish to leave, I want to stay,

With you, to learn and share every day.

Grant me your blessing, your embrace so true,

So that here, I can live anew.

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