How often I have longed for a hand upon my back,
A reasurring gesture, a friendly touch.
There is so much
That we don’t understand.
And demons wait in the wings
To seperate us from the ones we love.
But I have not forgotten how the world began.
It rises in my sacred imagination.
And I see you there,
The sacred one,
The friend that I’ve forgotten.
And from that place, I reach out
To put a hand upon your back,
A reassuring gesture,
A friendly touch.
Dear God, please wrap us up
In the love of friends that we’ve forgotten.
And the hope of a world that one day
Will return to how it was
In the beginning.
