Day Eleven

I deeply cling to your life
grasping
clutching
nuzzling my face to yours

no matter how old i get
I still long to be a child in your presence

with my whining
you patiently listen

with my tantrums
you hold me close

with my meanderings
you gently guide me

with my fidgeting
you offer peace

with my desperation
you reveal never ending hope

grace doesn't get any better than this
except it does

in my darkness
there is your light

in my silence
there is your still voice

in my death
there is your life