Haven Visser

We whirl amidst infinity

Through universes, twirl

And something in us longs

To seek out safety in this world

But nature here is tainted

These souls so full of greed

What harbor can we turn to

When we feel such endless need?

The hands that carved our essence

Promise refuge from life's pain

And they'll knit us back together

When we fall apart again

Though suffering is certain

And we often miss what's true

The One who made the Milky Way

Prepared a place for you

Before the worlds were ever spun

Our yearning was addressed

Now, nestled among ancient suns

Star-sailor, be at rest