He must be an angel
He has begged for heaven like it’s certain
He recalls it like a foggy childhood memory
His healing hands, stoic and raw

I see it in his scars and sorrow
How unforgiving and cruel he might have been
If not for his grace woven soul
And a mind afflicted with patience

It has been so long since he’s been home
Do not doubt he knows his station
Silent cries torment his body
A pain so chronic, he longs for deliverance

I bear witness to an angel’s suffering
He longs for this pilgrimage
And I brace for the loneliness
he will leave me with