whenever I see you, I travel in Time
I catch you in corners in both of my eyes
remember your story for both of our sakes
and walk on The Water as you do, with Grace
I pencil in nothing, in Pen it is writ
I can not erase what Forever will give
your joy is my Sun and your pain is my own
I feel you so much I could never throw stones

if I were a painter then I would paint You
in every color and every fruit
I’d pray for my hands to be steady as Yours
and hope You would guide every move of my sword
I’d live on a palette created for me
but make Yours The Story that I want to breathe
so people could see and could know of Your Light
the One that illuminates all that’s inside

if I could be anything more than than I am
I’d lay my whole being on soil and sand
I’d revel in people who want to know peace
and give them a place to find what they seek
my heart would be mortal, my soul would be more
my thoughts would be fruits of a labor adorned
by all of the beauty the flesh has denied
a key to the past that will open the eyes
of all who are waiting for something to give
your prayers will be honored as long as you live

there’s this girl I know, she knows me too
she will tell you my story tomorrow
she will beckon me like Autumn’s breeze
and invite me back into my sorrow
I’ll be gently thrown by what she says  
just enough to be wholly transparent  
in how I am and in how I love
used to think this was only inherent
though I’m fathered by and mothered by
every cell that exists in my ending
I am made of more than what I knew  
I’m a woman, a Helper, a blessing