​61. Raw-Faced and Empty-Handed

Oh there I am,

Thirty-six years later

But You’re not a slave

To time.

In it, I wonder

If Your fingers

Stirred up all

Those instances

Where I was left raw-faced

And empty handed.

I know of many

Who would blame

Your stone heart

For something like that.

But I blame my mind’s eye

For seeing it all wrong.

Because thirty-six years later,

Here You are.

And here I am.

Face firm and hands full

Of all the things waiting for me

On this other side of time.