The Hands That Save. . .


Beyond it all,
where are the tears of joy.
Forever are fallen,
the dark, begotten sea.

Behind the shades,
where are the smiles held before.
Forgotten the failings,
into which, now are all of me.

Taken, broken, the arms of faith,
Wasted, hated, the old mistakes.

I have taken them all, so far away,
thrown them all, screaming, from this day.
Hold them, drowning, beneath the waves,
where are they now, the hands that save...

(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa