I Know This Place...

I know a place where peace is lavished
abundantly on the weary, and on
the broken hearts and souls of hungry people
who seek something they cannot see
searching, looking, pleading
for something, but they don’t know what
and still...
they cry out from the wrathful
shadows which hide their eyes like tumbling vines
in reverence, and stretching their arms
to reach what they cannot see
and releasing tears once forgotten undoubtedly on
purpose, why do they come here?
I know this place
where something holds them a little
tighter, when they need it the most
a little stronger
for their fragile hearts and tired minds
broken spirits, frail bodies
unending pain lost because they came here and
did not leave
and I know that place...
I've been there before.