I knocked...
You opened... Welcoming
I hesitated...
You waited... Understanding
I stepped in...
You smiled... Knowing
We would never be the same
I listened...
You spoke... Honestly
I watched...
You hugged... Openly
I relaxed...
You Accepted... Caring
We would never be the same
I opened...
You nodded... Approving
I smiled...
You laughed... Appreciating
I shared...
You shared... Acknowledging
We would never be the same
What else to do but sing? A sigh... sweet and soft.
A memory of home where we were born. A star beyond this realm.
We visit this planet from time to time and sometimes forget.
Then moments like these flick a switch... and like grandma's pinch...
We remember...
And the tears flow...
Now Spirit merges with Divinity and we soar beyond the shadows that
Overwhelm us here on earth.
In our little utopia surrounded by nature and men who hold hands and
Kiss and shower each other with
Genuine love, dignity and Affirmation.
Our histories weave into one pattern.
One robe we wear as we walk out onto the grass...
Walk out into the sunlight proudly my Brothers.
Your robe is fit for a King because you are a King.
A King from the tribe of Adodi...
The tribe of men who Love men who Love men who
Love men who Love men who Love men who Love men...
Love is eternal
Ashé