A Tender Pour

a divine poem for the tender hearts

Tender heart,
tender girl,
tender-hearted girl.

We see you,
we made you,
we feel your every tear.

We hear
your cries
and levy your storms.

We hold you
in the night
as dreams take you

in the ways
you love and
the memories you reject.

We never will
reject you,
as you are of us.

Your being and soul,
of loving it is full,
especially

in moments
of tenderizing
and emptying

out all the harm
that came and
tore down your hope,

the sparkle
in your dance
of generous living.

Our tender girl,
blessings be cursed
and curses are blessed

and this all
you do know to be true,
a purple of hue,

come home
now and again more,
there will forever be

another door,
another floor,
another pour.