All that glitters
in the night,
in the rain,
in the quiet stillness,
isn’t what you’ve wanted,
what you claimed,
what you worked for,
what you told your friends
and family you desired.
It is something
much more precious.
It is something that
you’ve longed for
as a child,
as an adult.
It means more to you
than love,
or inclusion,
or reverence.
It calls to you
in the stillness
of the night
in your dreams.
I reaches out to you,
beckoning you
to step out into the storm.
You hear it whispering;
“Come find me.”
HG – 2019
