For the woman
Standing in the rain
The cold, and the darkness:

Come in.

Let your bags at the door
Strip off the shoes
You have used to tread the graveled road.

The rain still slips down your face
like tears,
I sense a tremble in your voice
like fears,
Not yet expressed.

You stand at the mirror
And see yourself strangely
You see the dirt
Speckled on your socks
Yet, I see the beauty
Speckled on your cheeks

Your glasses, I see
Broken, cracked and bent
Let me hold them,
Mend them
And give you perspective

Your heart, I feel
Broken, tired and spent
Let me stir it
And open it once more
To the love that stands knocking

For the woman
Standing in the rain
Come in, and rest
This is your safe haven.