I sit in darkness in the brilliant sun
Deep in the shadows of an ancient fear
And I shall taste its bitter, salty cold
Till you are here.
All of mortality sits in each breath,
I cut myself on every broken thing
And wonder that my soul has life to bleed
Or nerves to sting.
How does this desert squeeze out frozen tears,
While my whole self is tensioned into prayer?
I raise a candle in my inmost heart
Till you are there.
Still mercy holds and weaves each shaking strand
Into a cloak to wrap my fearful heart
A place of safety till this wait is done,
No more apart.