Curled up in a ball,
you walk alone.
The scar on your skin
Now the clouds lift
and the truth comes.
They will know then,
how you enlightened
all not just with your singing.
But your truth and integrity.
Passing storms rage
but I pass each page understanding
that I as a wife and mother,
loves others too.
Although I love male and female,
I can empathise
with your pain of knowing
to be different is to be true to who you are.
We all have our chosen star.
I choose to stand with you, to embrace all,
the poor, the meek, the different
as well as the righteous,
though too much self-righteousness
misconstrues Christian truth.
As Jesus said, to love one another as I have loved you.