Walking With Me

To discover love,
When I have walked
So long alone,
And find you
Walking with me.
To be loved,
When it was I
Who killed love
In my youth,
And stood with
Bloodied hands
Before You.
To find love dead,
And bend with pain
To tend it.
To plant one fallen
Tear of it and
Call it into growth
Through the years.
Till I can stand
With arms raised
To touch its boughs
And kiss its tender
Leaves.
To love you
Through the branches
And the leaves
Of my soul’s years.
To love you
Tender, awakening,
Reaching for what
I lost and was lost
Without.

Copyright ©2001 Tony Crisp