Held

With the sunlight, open eyes

What was lost is found

From the cardinal’s mouth

A sweet and lovely sound

A shadow dwelt above my head

Now the storms have gone

The gentle light is peeping out

I gladly look upon

So much has been taken

So much have I lost

Shadows kept on falling

Racking up their costs

To a secret mountain

I go to be healed

With me in the forest

Slowly through the fields

One day to reach water

To bathe deep down

Ever am I thirsty

Needing more of what was found

As I wait to be held

You gentle cradle my mind

Thought we cannot touch

You lead a beggar blind

Broken back from searching

Burned and scathed inside

In warm arms rested

Oh the times I’ve cried

Any would wipe a tear

But only you wipe the heart

Lift the spilled blood

And promise to never part