There is a promised peace

that settles over heartbreak,

divine or (wo)manmade.

A calming wind that envelops

the raging storms

of resentment and despair.

Shrouded in forgiveness,

we inscribe berakhah

across our dreams and loves.

I honor our shared origins

with a solemn vow:

our hearts will never be caged.

Wild Things,

we were made to roam free

and still be loved to life.

Isn’t that true, Elohim?