Hold Me
In this noisy corridor
Your fear washes over me
As I reach inside to find
Words of loving consolation
To ease your fractured mind.
Phrases falling from my lips
Fail to pierce your agitation,
Though I'm sure God's love
Would tender sweet salvation,
If I could find the words.
I try with another offering,
As busy feet hurry past,
But again I miss the mark.
The tension in your face
Calls me once more to give
Whatever comfort I can find --
Either from myself,
Or from the larger mind.
You brush my words aside, saying
"Hold me."
Startled, I do just that.
And there we are,
An island of comfort in a sea of urgency.
My heart floods with God's love
And suddenly I am the conduit
I wanted to be,
As God speaks wordlessly through me.
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