I stand, exposed, upon a precipice,
Extend my hand to catch a falling star.
I miss the star and fall in an abyss,
But soon I realize something’s amiss,
For time has stopped, and I've not fallen far.
I start to scream, but see a smiling face,
A face at peace and infinitely kind,
A face aglow with welcome and with grace,
That my hot, stinging tears may soon efface.
Panicked, I reach and our hands are entwined.
And as I start to slip from consciousness,
Through velvet fog His voice touches my ears.
A voice whose beauty words cannot express,
Sings to calm all my fears and my distress,
Takes away my terror, and dries my tears.
I think of His face when I am alone,
And facing darkest terrors in the night;
Ponder the argent light with which He shone,
Reflect upon the kindness I was shown,
And sleep, cradled in arms of silver light.
I have discovered that I may find help, even in my dreams.