The Pastor's Wife

She holds his hand In support she takes his stand She holds his fears Inside her tears When she cries for her man Who inhabits a spiritual land. She winces at his pain When flesh and blood fail him Again and again And the critical arctic blasts That bring a coldness in his soul Try to freeze his bones until they cannot move. The headlights flow into each other Heading home after locking the late night door He stares down the headlights Then looks into the future Across the centre, she holds his tired hand again Knowing the highway will never end. The curtains light up again She puts a brew at the side of his bed He turns the page and refreshes his spirit And drinks in some heavenly wisdom Spirit to spirit, Man to man, Deep unto deep Here he goes again, so here she goes again too. Refreshed, refocused, reassured Their bones thaw Their spirits are full They embrace their source But she'll keep an eye On the one whom she shares with the world and heaven.