The air bit deeper into our flesh
as we climbed the mountain,
landing among the stars
and dusty cabins.
Anxiety anchored the first-timers
to their shoes, as the veterans
floated in a mist of laughter
We sang the first refrain,
notes echoing off of generations
and faux wood panelling,
as we gathered in Spirit.
Faiths yet explored and memories
left unturned clouded inhibitions,
allowing for free-flowing
dialogue and tears.
In this place, far above
abusive parents and restrictive
friendships, we found the chance
to claim our time.
Voices raised in song and hope
permeated stone facades
and January chill, announcing
the hour of kairos.
Title: “Blessed Assurance”, hymn. Lyrics by Fanny Jane Crosby and music by Phoebe Palmer Knapp.