One tender oh so needy fist wrapped tight around my finger explained it all and I would lose that oh to not lose that to go back in time and hold it there knowing as I do now what is to be lost in the years that come between how I’d hold that and never let go never let the face looking down at my face read to me its story of judgment and envy never let the days of drudgery have their way with my head never have those demons howling from the culture in which we must step cry their voices into any day I find myself beside this one heart gifted to me I know not why so tenderly needing my touch in return
this birth this birth this birth this birth will I replicate it over and over for the rest of my life for all of eternity is that what I do when I place brush on board when I sing up others to join me and grab hold of this hand and come
to life this birth this birth this birth this birth welcomes me to earth a second time I can only pray they find their way with more grace than I and that they someday forgive me perhaps too late for being the I I best could be what fools-errand to give such a meager ill-equipped soul as I the treasure of kings and queens how dare you so effortlessly entrust this nothingness of me with the unassailable trust of beloveds
Dear God given this lifetime still I pray I still have time to guide them and to help them to love
themselves