Refuge

When the insecurities encompass the life you've fought to provide
I will hold onto your hand; a child desperate for purpose.

When they slip chains on my feet and and bricks on my chest
I will stand on your shoulders trusting the strength of nations over my own.

When doubts slice peace and deafen hearts
i will find your soft, still voice and swim in it,
naked and unafraid because what i once was is now being made
like light to those who cannot see

like mothers to those without nurture,

like fathers to those with abandonment,

like dreams of marriage to those with only nightmares

and if the red figure destroys battalions; trading food for reason, water for life,
I will remain, choosing a sword formed in existence

a blade fashioned by the voice of truth singing in the night
amongst all other slender promises ravished of peace.

My heart will not be satisfied till it is passed by on the mountain
left with nothing but a whisper creating earthquakes to my soul
and leaving years of scars long forgotten which i call...


hope.

The Lord has been good.