Come sit with me alone in my silence,
my dark and faceless friend.
Some moments your larger than life,
but then you shrink away from view.
You have no memories or worries, you have no soul.
I hate that I’m jealous of such, just a shadow of a man.
These are moments, thoughts of weakness, but every time He takes my hand.
He leads me into the brightness of His grace and love.
I turn to look back but He tenderly puts his palm upon my cheek.
With a smile and a slow shake of his head I look to Him.
In His wake I follow and the darkness blows away like ash.