Weary

On bended knee I come to you

 Unlike the way I used to do

 Reaching out, and most sincere

 Vanquishing my unknown fear

Your essence do I now invoke

 Though once considered heartless joke

 You touched me in my deepest need

 Informing me I shall succeed

Do you sit on high, we ask?

 To monitor our every task?

 A touch. A whisper. Bless. Relieve.

 I have no choice to now believe

Were you here through my decline?

 Through war and death and doubt of mine?

 Through heartache, grief, and bridges burned?

 Through this I lived. Hard lessons learned.

We sometimes often go astray

 Perfection we’ll achieve, someday

 Allow me time like I gave you