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Let me be your refuge!
This poem was given to me at a very vulnerable time in my life. It was not given directly to me, but was given to a female friend to pass on to me.
It was signed simply, "Ty."
Who the heck was "Ty?" I was intrigued, but at the same time not in a place to entertain gentlemen. I was in college and I was married to a man who was married to everything else but me....and I was told that...to remember my place....that his job came first and that I fell somewhere underneath that.
I know you're probably wondering if I ever found out who this "Ty" was. I did, actually. I found out several weeks later. It turns out that "Ty" sat directly behind me in art class. He could tell me what kind of perfume I wore. He sat close enough to run his fingers through my hair, which at the time was very long and curly. He admitted that he got a kick out of knowing I was dying to find out who could write such powerful words to someone he never met.
To be honest, it was not the last letter written to me, although he knew that I was married. He was a gentleman, though, and never pressed....but his emotions were poured into his words....and I took notice. I had never had such poetry written to me before...I liked it...admittedly!
Tell your heart to beat again!
Let me be your Refuge!
Sadness fills her hazel green eyes.
Her heart feels like it’s being transformed into ice, into frigid winter snow.
Everything feels so cold.
Though love comes raining from the skies,
and though the sun shines in the distance
there's much darkness falling all around.
You sit with your head between your knees
and your heart bleeds scarlet on snow-white ground.
I hurt to see you live in such pain.
If I could I'd toss it to the sands
And fill your hopeless heart with love
And I'd hope to make you understand...
I'd brush the hair out from your eyes
And brush away the tears that fall,
Slowly you'd raise your eyes to me
In answer to my unspoken call.
I'd gather you into my opened arms
And offer you my quiet shelter;
A sanctuary from raging storms,
A refuge that would never falter,
And as we hold close in warm embrace
I would see shadows clearing from your eyes.
As the warmth of distant sunlight reigns
I'd hold onto you as fear subsides.
I welcome your thoughts.
Please feel free to share your thoughts about this.
© 2016 Gina Welds