But I Am Always Here? Poem by M. A Heathcote

You think of me with tears.
You speak of me in prayer.
But I am always here?

I am the landlocked earth you walk upon.
I am the seamstress of the wind in your sails.
I am the ocean from which your voyage started.
I am the stars reflecting the light in your eyes.

Do you not hear my song?
Do you not walk in my footsteps?
Do you not remember my gentle kisses?
Do you not see me blindfolded in your heart?

You think of me at times only in passing.
You talk of nothing but sadness.
Open your windows to the world.
And remember, you are indeed welcome.
You are a welcome guest in my house.