The part of me

The part of me that 

Holds your hand

Is a part that laughs at haughty ways

It holds the world on fingertips

It fixes such a steady gaze.

 

Its door can never close for it

Was opened by a thing of light

It’s panoramic sweep of wings

Transcends this pain, ensouls the sight.

 

The part of me that

Holds your hand

Has walked through Death’s appalling vale

And found there beauty in the dark

And spun from it a healing tale

 

The page it turns, papyrus cream

It shares with you a single dream

The letters set by you so clear

Are words that put to flight all fear.

 

The part of me that

Holds your hand

Is sure, and firm, and never fails

A calm ship on your sea of change

With golden prow and pure, white sails.

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