I remember it was bright
like a lamp
to eyes adjusted for the night
painful
yet welcome and desired
hopeful
like the memory of a good thought acquired

it was love
precious and unfailing
to the unwitting heart
in need of some saving

it was love
to the naked and fully clothed eye
you were there with me
when I started to try
like a bird with a broken wing
nursed back to the air
I have not forgotten
what it looks like to care

there is joy here
when all things are new
there is hope in my heart
and now I blame you