Holding Gently

Grace rests

Like a mother’s hand on

her newborn’s head.


Love covers

As the mist on a

Fresh spring day.


Your gaze

Tears apart every

inch of my walls.


Your hands

grasp mine, 

to lead me home.


Gently calming,

Always holding

Me together in your hands.


To See

In dreams I see,

Not anything,

Yet everything it is to me.

I hope and dare,

But cannot die,

In streams of eternity

Oh how I long!

To see with more than sight,

And know with more than mind,

To realize,

Only what is not

Will be more

than what could be.