Guidance

Another on that oh so touchy subject.

I think of your face,

And it reminds me I've never seen it.

I think of your warm, kind hands,

And it reminds me I've never felt them.

I think of your eyes upon me,

And it reminds me of my shame.

 

What would a man of your great stature

Say to a child like me?

A child who has strayed many a time,

A child with sin mixed into her blood.

A child with shame all over her face.

 

Time and time again,

My hand has been forced into yours.

It took the special guidance of one

To guide my hand to yours,

To make me leave it there.

 

The hand that didn't push me,

The hand of a patient one.

The hand that opened my blind eyes,

And led me to you slowly.

My guide, my friend, my saving grace.

Author's Note

Whether you ever read this or not, you know who you are, and I thank you.

Reviews

[child-of-promise]

aww, dar, this was precious... pure and simple...

[Knackers]

Good work.... Friendship is probably the biggest thing the we all crave.. I love the last line.. Keep up the good writing... it just gets better each time..

[Crowley]

You so rock...I am very sure that whoever it is you are writing about is just plain lucky to have reachod out in the first place, friendship is a sacred cow, not to be slaughtered, but treasured for the richness it brings into our lives. Very good writing, I loved it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is beautiful. There is a saying on a statue in Monterey. No more blessed then a man who reach out to help a child or the poor. Your poem describe a good person and I like the story a lot. A excellent poem.
Coyote