Light Becomes Her
Moments cherished and held to today
become the now, much needed
There is none like her and we miss
the light that becomes her
For far too long it has been dark
It swallowed what was left of good
and spat out the worst of me
Spent is the word that comes to mind when
love too is taken prisoner, never to be seen
again
Yet wounds she tends with soft hands today
Taking the broken pieces in them and bringing
life to what death would have no part of
Scars born of brokenness heal today
Scars not seen upon a body frail that knew
of Her light whose soul dreamed of it and
of better days
Eyes squint as she approaches once again
to tell that love is here to stay and
sighs become hopeful and less desperate
Light becomes her, an angel without wings
but prayers, her prayers sprinkle about
erasing darkness that once had its way
Thankful for one of Heavens own and mine to have
for as long as she wants me
For as long our Father allows it
To converse with at dinner to reach over and under
the table, to feel alive and life as it should be
As no one is meant to be alone and broken forever
Light beomes her and I shall bathe in it as it
becomes me
One with her
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