As a little Mormon kid I thought my sins were uniquely bad. So ugly they had to be hid. I thought I was the only one. After growing out I learned that every one of us was secretly bearing that burden, each convinced they were the one baddie in a chapel of goodies. We weren’t! We were innocent bodies. They had us walking and talking in lines when we could have been singing the mystery. But we shatter the picture. We come out beautifully, coloring off the page. Even so I wake afraid, terrified that I’m blowing it. I worry that I’m gripping near the edge of life while the treasure spins onward, that I’m sitting out the dance. I don’t wanna be scared or stiff. I don’t wanna be numb. I wanna go big and bright despite the danger. I think I’m ready to try. I just need time to open up. Time with my beautiful friends. Under their love I brighten and pretty, I am better. Let’s stay together. Stay tender though it’s hard. Let’s stay awake during the one precious dream.