IV

My baby face
    my old soul
for You, for only You
    my legs my feet
my arms my hands
    my face my eyes
my everything
    inside outside tired
on fire
    on grace on stone
on ice
    alive and living
daily dying
    failing trying
yet again
    my truest friend
I think of you 
    as my brother.


(We all surround you
    when you come and love
your weakness into something almost strong:

You won't be bent forever
     you're young you're young
you're older now
     than last year
and that's alright.
     You are a child
of God and once
    is enough for ever and
ever and...)





Quote: Sufjan Stevens, "Futile Devices"