On the low, parched
reaches of Africa
the high winds swelled,
kicked up thick clouds of ochre dust
and grew still.
And only when we
consented to be
no more or no less
than human,
they gathered again,
propelling us
to places our own strengths
could never go.
If only for a moment
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with that wind
pushing steadily
at our backs,
we understood
what results
when fear
is replaced
with
Brotherly/Sisterly/
Motherly/Fatherly/
Heavenly/Earthly
and altogether
shameless love.
