I am suspended upon
the breath of your lips
The roll and lull of
each pleading
That I no longer
remember are mine.
I am a crumpled mess
of tired trying
Befriending the
coolness of this floor
And I'm not sure I
can try this hard anymore.
But then I feel the
way of your words
Upon warmed in the
receiving hand of the Lord
Roll and tuck
themselves beneath these heavy arms and aching head
And I am lifted ever
so gently without my knowing
'til my eyes have
settled above the base of this floor
And my gaze is upon
His face once more
And I remember Him
My Lord my Love.
I stand
I walk
He tells me I
will learn to dance again.
