I have this
Haunting this fear
Of being lost
In a dark
Wood veiled moonlight
Patching on leaves
Moss and stone
No rescuer hears
My begging call
Wandering stumbling falling
Hoping pleading begging
But my salvation
Falls on deaf
Ears absorbed into
The forgotten trees
And then there
I do know
Oh not why
Me but what
Me what me
Will rescue me
Learning that life
Is less about
Permission and more
About forgiveness for
Those awaiting salvation
Shall always wait
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 