These places made of hunger deep within:
I’ll touch them with my heart to open wide,
That never shall you hunger there again
Starvation will not find there to reside.
My hands are made of light, thus darkness fails.
This whimper that discovers its own shout
In fear of darkness, never will prevail
With truth of such divinity about.
We shall not starve together but shall serve.
Eliminate the vacuum in our souls
Abhorred by nature’s blessing, shall observe
A flame all coaxed from darkness in the coals
I cannot help but see you as the light
I dare not hold the darkness near so close,
You bring me to the edges of my sight
To places where the limits only pose.
We far extend these, turning one to two
And two to one, we join in sheerest grace,
We knit our worlds in blessing, me & you
I touch you with my soul wearing your face.