by Jennie Joy
What lies beneath your stone cold gaze?
Will you tell me? Or must Love search you out?
And where will Love find you, Angel child?
In the alley? Or by the graves?
Abuse for a profit. (profit deadens the pain)
It’s a cycle – a circle – a bent, broken game.
There – by the bridge! Love sees you! Love comes,
arms outstretched to you, but you run.
Why do you flee when Love tries to draw close?
Do you fear what has failed you before?
How can Love hold you and keep you safe,
When you run to the arms that ensnare you?
Come home, child.
Love will make you a home if He must.
