You heard me when I called, . . . and
You caught me as I fell
I rested in your arms as
You carried me from darkness into light
You dried my tears, and
You lifted my fears from my shoulders
I leaned upon your breast, . . . and
I heard you call me beloved
Even when I ignore you
You do not abandon me
Even when I walk away
You wait for me to return
I do not deserve your love, . . . yet
I choose to accept or refuse,
then . . .
I hear you call me beloved
Ruth Jewell, ©July 28, 2017
A Quiet Walk 