His eyes have all the kindness
of a friend who knows True Love,
and though mine hold but blindness -
I sense Him helping above,
granting my heart a gentle shove.
I sit with Him for hours,
pray that He might use His powers;
show me what I’ve never seen before -
Offering incense and fresh flowers,
I calm myself, then pray some more.
Written May
28, 2002
I Sit With Him
