May the spirit of grace move in you,
See these letters glisten the dew;
From tender scars come words of love,
Absorb the pith and be my dove.
Too long have thoughts drifted unsaid
And eddies ravished the storm-tossed head;
I give my vow, a naked gift
Stripped to the core, be my uplift.
Gloom sinks low when I think of thee,
A lucid light on the wide sea;
Road unrolls to the beat of time
Your hand in mine, be my sweet rhyme.