When You Need To Be Held

Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer, Just recently passing my 100th year, I’ve been standing here on this perch, In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church. Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away, Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday. Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right, As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright. Mostly alone with a visitor or two, One of my favorites is when you are in view. You study my features with such wonder and awe, I can see deep within, you are on your last straw. Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one, Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son. Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits. Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits. I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms, Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms, Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway, Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife. Times like these you need, comfort and touch, I thank God above for others providing so much. It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door. For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.