August 3, 2010
(You know who you are)
I was in a hole when you found me.
Do you remember?
Or did you even notice
how deep the hole was?
That hole that I dug all by myself,
one shovel full at a time…
of pride and insecurities,
shame and fears,
mistakes and tears.
I dug it myself,
been digging for years.
How you found me, I’ll never know,
but you did, down in that hole.
You peered down from the circle of sky
your face was silhouetted in the sunlight
like a halo…an angel up above me
to my tearing eye
as I reached to shade my face
your hand reached into that deep dark place
that awful hole
and when you touched my startled hand
I felt your soft fingers grasping to get a hold
desperately straining to pull me from the cold
damp, dirty, desolate hole
You did it, somehow you did it,
you rescued me.
You hero, you beauty, you angel.
You pulled me from my lonely space
brushed the mud from my stained face,
and as I looked into your loving eyes,
dirty and tattered as I was…
I saw Love.
You said, “I’ve loved you forever.”
I said, “I’ll love you forever”
My muddy fingers closed around your angel hand
you didn’t seem to mind the stains of the hole.
You know….the one you saved me from,
that damp, desolate, hole
in my soul
You turned and led me into the sunset
as I let the shovel fall.
(Photo courtesy of artist)