The wind blew cold the day I met
the stranger never I’d forget,
he called to me, I answered, though
I didn’t know his name,
his voice was deep with richness,
spoke hard words with a tenderness
that made me lay down this here
sword, it’s time to cease the fight.
He spoke of wonders he has touched,
of places dark but not as much
as the tears he sees are floating
just behind the mask I wear,
his hand reached out and he took
mine,
he said, “Don’t fight me, you can
shine,
bound to this darkness you are not,
let me show you treasures rare”.
The blood lay deep beneath my feet,
my demons hunger quite replete,
but I didn’t have the strength to
fight this fight another day,
he held me through my anger,
to sins he is no stranger,
and he healed all parts of me that
ached, then he turned and walked away.
I’ve lived those moments in my mind,
a dream it was, one very kind,
but he held my hand and touched my
soul of that I’m very sure,
I hope he keeps on walking,
keeps taking people by the hand,
keeps touching all the lost souls
who’re in dire need of care.