Are you a speck of light in the darkness?
A tiny candle flame down an endless tunnel?
Warmth in a cold place?
A broken brick in a wall?
A kind word in a disaster?
A touch when we are full of fear?
A foot step on a lonely road?
A thought in my depression?
An anchor in the stormiest seas?
An arrow that points to ourselves?
There are times when I am so lost,
lost in my mind,
wandering slowly from thought to thought,
and in tears I think back and realise
you were there.
I heard your tears fall too,
and then solace,
a gentleness in the grief.
Was it a single word
from a stranger that was really yours?
A whisper in a crowded room?
The silence in a noisy crowd?
Starlight in the desert?
A place of rest in our sleep?
Encouragement in my despair?
A single bird singing in the darkening dawn?
I hardly knew it but –
You held me when I fell down
and reached out to me
when I wanted to shrink away.