if only

You looked at me and saw my need, not what i was all about or seemed to be---you welcomed me into your arms of love and taught me how to love in part-----never coming to the end of it-

i wonder as i rest in you, just how this all began, and know the answers are not there for me now or even have to be

the storm is raging as i lie beneath the pelting rain and i hear your voice speak softly to me--and i am once again comforted--

to kneel beside me only breaths away, i sometimes forget you are there---but it doesn't change, simply because i doubt--or look away--

Holy One of mysteries deep, teach me how to live---like i could ride with you on your wings of love and never even have to hold on--