Pounding footsteps do I hear
Revealed by glance
saw two outstretched arms
Felt within the depths
Embraced desperation and cries

There, a figure stood
still and without words
Held by his legs
heard in his ears
a tiny cry for love

Bent his frame do I see
Cries my ears no longer hear
Behold a child in his bossom
Safe at last in thy arms
Alone now no longer dawns

Psalms 63:8
"My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me."


By Christin
Written on 10.9.98