Closing In.

One thing keeps my head bowed in greatness
To the dirty feet and toes curled in the mud;
Blistered and scraped hands holding shoulders
Than once held a head of mysterious wisdom.
With taped shut eyes nd stitched closed mouths,
I can sit all alone in the shades of a Summer overcast,
And be who I've stowed far from sight.
One thing keeps my body in this woe,
To a realization that I've been granted my wish.
May He be blessed for all the days of His life,
For someone so unique has loved me for my darkest state.