Comfort me.
Through trouble I have come;
heaving seas
and angry skies.
Softly,
your hands catch me,
draw me in
to safety
from the great
discord outside.
I was pitched upon the water,
a paper boat.
Folded up with promise
and laden with such
a precious cargo;
the dreams of a child.
But I drifted out to sea,
in the storms
and the hurricanes;
then you brought me in.
I was cast into the air;
a paper plane.
Designed with dreams
and carrying a payload
of a child’s hope.
But I was caught up in the wind
and taken far away
from where my journey began.
You found me,
caught up in a tree
and rescued me.
All the dreams
and all the hopes,
so long deferred,
so long denied.
Now that child is a man,
his only chance to live this life,
lies in his dreams
and in his hopes.
The wings of paper,
paper boats
that carried all those dreams
somehow survived.
Maybe he can find
a way to stay alive.
Comfort me,
my gentle handed saviour,
my sole benefactor
in this world.
Let me be,
for a moment,
a child again.
Just let me dream
with you,
I know I’ll have them
and never lose
my mind to the world.
Safe here for a moment,
before the page unfurls
and I begin
to make the folds
that hold my hope.
HG – 2017
