Reliving the path your blood has taken
and gathering up
all of time that has past
since it uttered its first beat
it hangs suspended somewhere
for the broken to harbor

but time is always reaching out
tethering itself to what will be
it is painless and pure
freely offering the sutures
that draw our wounds closed....

It’s
    

Simple ,


I
  

Want


The
      

Woman


That
      

Prayed
          

For
        

       Me