Just the Two of Us

The song began
And my soul returned
To cold stones
And lone grief, spurned
By all, by my closest,
But not by You
Lost to all,
And the only things in view:
A bleak shoreline of death,
Isolation, betrayal, rejection-
The utter loss that leaves
No room for correction,
Just experience.
Exiled, I died out there.
I hid my soul among the stones
Too alone to care
About a Christian burial.
Still, You wouldn’t let go,
So I didn’t cross over.
Now I know
The pit goes deeper,
But so does Your grace.
There was no one to reach for me
Down into my burial place.
If it weren’t for You
I would have died completely alone:
That’s all I’ve ever had, or meant,
Worse now that I’ve grown
Beyond the blush of youth
Where no one winces at my attack
But You held me as I died,
And You brought me back.

If I’m being honest,
I miss the mornings aloft:
Roof walks and coffee black
And laughter. I miss being soft.
I miss loving from my depths.
I miss being able to be me,
I miss the mirage of connection;
But I invoke cruelty
In my natural state
In greater imbalanced ratios
Than I inspire kindness
Or allegiance or hope.
So I’ll continue to ossify and obscure
My old attitudes
While in this foreign land
I’ll remember with gratitude
You parting the waters
And leading me through.
Whatever happens,
Let them all know it was You.

Let them know how much I’m Yours.