In the glaring light of day we parcel out upon the world
our blame and condemnations, our envy and frustrations,
our Herculean efforts to be strong. In the deepest shadows
of night we offer to God our hopes and fears, our weakness
and tears, our overwhelming yearning to belong.
Perhaps we should let our tears fall in the bare and burdened
sunlight so that others might see and understand. Look our demons
in the eye, show them how our angels cry and place
our naked longing into someone’s open hand.