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.
