Taryn D
You Knew Him
That old shadow,
"Lonely"
rests his cold hand
on the shoulder
There, nodding
at the scattering
of warm voices
and eyes that look
with blindness
Nodding
at the shuffle
of feet retreating
hands recoiling
love dissi
pating
But you, Lord, you pour
your oil of gladness
softening these calluses
and cuts
from the callous
You knew him
and you kept on
loving anyway

He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. John 1:11