I’m here–dear child. I’ve heard your cry,
And though ten-thousand suns rolled by;
I’ve waited… longing for your voice,
For only you, could make this choice–
By now you know I never force–a life that wants me out.
But ever close I stayed by you–in case you gave a shout.
And call you have! And here am I,
Leaping at your faintest sigh.
And to your aid, I’ll run right now.
I’ll bind your wounds and mend your brow;
With ancient love and joy that’s new,
I’ll pick you up and carry you;
Into the light… safe in My arms…
I’ll set things right–you’re free from harm;
And here now stay–lean on my breast,
You’ve found your home; your place of rest.
Martha Gibbons, Broken Vessels Recovery Project, 1999