Kindle the back of my

neck repair the wrecks,

crashing in my mind,

heal my weak defects.

How would you say

you conquer this way;

as if a messiah slayed

pain while you prayed?

Your power is a miracle

and with a tender soul

you return kindnesses

with a prophet’s control.

See I’m incomplete to

bring it unto fruition

that what I want it is

often a failed mission.

Moment is a candle lit

you I ought must learn

your ways quickly for

the hours they do burn.

As soon as I know it I

do awaken I am aware

time has passed gone

and I’m no longer there.

All I can do it is folly

for the past is in stone.

What is left are pieces

you plant and let grow.

Let the weeping willow

spring from harsh earth.

Pieces you healed grow

a peace I never deserved.