How do you let someone in
when the weight of your sin
would mark your hands in red
and chase them far from your bed…
How do you even begin?

Though you’ve opened the door
I just can’t be sure
cause the way you say my name,
it sounds just the same
as those who’ve hurt me before.

I gave the stars a name,
to most they seem the same
but each has their grace
and their own unique face
with no trace of shame.

I greet you as kin,
though blood can’t begin
to run nearly as deep
nor climb nearly as steep
as my mountain of sins.

The right way is found
not on meadow ground
but deep in the wood
lined by thorns, tipped with blood
of those who tried to go around.

What do you say
at the end of the day
when it’s just not enough,
when you’re just not as tough
as you’ve always prayed?

What you learn
will return
like a friend, indeed,
in a moment of need
to give you what you yearn.

I watch the smile on your face
rise like the sun with a trace
of fire rumbling in your eyes
which let me easily surmise
all of your grace.

A penny dreadful second chance
mixed with a dollar store romance…
Why do you think that friction
will improve your fiction
when it’s too shallow to enhance.

Oh, how I watch you with pride,
my once-blushing bride.
In the years I’ve been gone
while you fought to stay strong,
I never left your side.