To think of you is like a beacon bright,
Showing the way to pass unscathed along
This road of shadows and of siren-song;
A candle burning with a steady light
To guide me safely through the perilous night.
I am not weak when you are standing strong,
A monument to triumph over wrong,
And unafraid to wage a gallant fight.
For long as you exist, there has to be
Some goodness in the world, some hope for man
To be redeemed... Ah, love, come back to be,
And hold me, and protect me as you can
From human meanness, human misery,
And all the horrors since the world began.
January 13, 1989