In my moment of need, you gave me your gift of words.
As I lay at the wayside,
You told me how much our moments together meant to you.
In my hour of need, you covered me with clichés.
As I stood before you naked
You shared with me how our friendship gave you such a lovely warm feeling.
In the time I needed you most, you poured out your wisdom.
I had no money for food
No funds for fuel
Nor hope for the future
You told me how much you valued the time we spent together.
Then she came.
She saw me bleeding at the wayside
She said nothing.
She cleansed my wounds
She sewed the torn flesh
She bandaged my broken body
She clothed me in her own robe
She fed me…
No message was upon her lips
Save for the warmth of her smile
Reflecting the fire of compassion in her eyes
She held me safe ’til I slept in peace
In her arms
A child again