Mind, Heart, Soul

Like white light
Setting fire to
The branches of a tree
Broad to narrow
Does the music
Tickle these nerves
Intertwined
Overlaced

We are all coping
We are all hurting
We are all crying
We are all praying.

Reach your hand
Out to that God
Who holds out his arms
Far and wide
Wanting nothing
But to hold you
To call you His own
To embrace.