Thy soul is a quest
to undestand exile truth -
Thy heart is afire!
And grew to adorn
these far away, distant lands -
thy brave blossoming!
Thou art wildflowers
who in thy seeking blossomed...
for a moment, lost.
Now thou art
Home again.
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To every flower, a field;
to every heart, a home;
to every human life a blossoming;
unto every truth a true belonging.
But every blossoming that braves
the valley of the shadow of exile -
these are known as "wildflowers"
and they belong to every field
and they adorn every home.
- selah -
In the end, we are all wildflowers.
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Every stranger given welcome becomes strangers no more.
