One

There is one who when I am sleeping
dries the tears that come from bad dreams.
There is one who opens his arms
for me to run into; his body my shield.
There is one who gives me his own air
when I am gasping for breath.
There is one who with strength unwavering
anchors me from tides that would pull me under.
There is one who silently strokes my hair at night
because it gives him peace to give me peace.
There is one who as I write this sits on the floor
beside me, just to be near.
There is one who will wait for me,
without condition or expectation, for as long as this takes.
Whatever “this” is…
There is one who should know that I see him there,
heart patient and abiding, being everything he can be for me.
The one whose perfect love fills me up so completely,
that I start to find glimmers of hope and strength of my very own.