crawling or dancing, i come.
stumbling into a love,
too wild to know.
though my threadbare heart grows
thin from hope.
waiting to see
His eyes welcome me,
into a joy indefinitely
too good to dare.
for now i’ll wait with joy
and fight to rejoice
in what is given.
in the same wild love,
though dimmed from
fallen eyes.
hope is not my end,
so i’ll wear her thin
while i can.