Of Something Good
I was blessed
by something not seen nor heard
the day that God allowed you stroll wilfully
into all the destruction that surrounded me
And gracefully
you began to repair the broken pieces
of the mess I made
tearing through debris to find me
I find peace in your blue grey eyes
when I think it is all coming to an end
your strong hands that regard my soft face
are enough to remind me of hope
I prayed for so long, to no avail
and after so much time I thought my faith may retreat
but I was blessed with what I needed
and now you are truly all I want
I am grateful for you
and the bright path you found in this broken garden
she is healing each day
everyday since you
God
he brings me so much happiness
I will weave all parts of myself into him
and bask in this greatness, of something good