HE wasn’t asked to choose
If ever HE made a choice
Would it had been to not
take the path ?
endure the journey ?
take a turn and close the heart ?
Have you ever asked that ?
And I see my image in HIS sparkling eyes
My name whispered in HIS compassionate smile
My soul engraved in HIS loving heart
My weight carried on HIS stout shoulders
My tears cupped in HIS gentle palms
My flaws marked on HIS footstep
My happiness spread in HIS embrace
I hear ME echoes in the sound of HIS answer…