We’ve landed in a dark wood.
This world we’re in? We don’t belong, and the warmth of your arms makes that clearer to me.
You remind me of Heaven, of the God who loves us more than anyone,
Who gave us one another as a lantern in this wood.
You and I are kept apart, each on one side of a thicket we can hardly speak through;
Another year, another inch closer, and I think I see the outline of your face.
In the moments we can stretch, reach and hold our fingertips together
If only for that instant before the branches snag and snap against our skin,
I feel that warmth and know we’ll be alright— we’ll find our way around this wood:
And even though the beasts still snap, the dark-cloaked men point in all directions,
Together we can face it all. Together, we will make our shelter against this broken world.
–Originally posted on DeviantArt.
