for every body that ever needed a place to land

We build it not with bricks,
but with breath.
The hush between heartbeats,
the echo of
“YES”
in a world that once shouted
“NO.”

Here, skin is not a border.
It is a doorway.
And every scar,
a stained-glass window lit from within.

We gather in the soft architecture of touch,
where names are spoken like spells,
and silence is not absence,
but reverence.

No one knocks here.
They enter.
They are held.

Love, unmeasured,
unproofed,
unafraid,
makes sanctuary of us all.