For my friend, my sister...

I had a friend

whose heart was stolen

and taken down a deep black cave.

Several friends tried to 

follow her down 

and help her find 

the precious-lost, 

but struggled in the unfamiliar, 

untrodden depths within. 

So I took a great grey chalk 

and colored myself 

shadow-coal 

to match the cave, 

and hunkered down 

to find the Precious-Soul 

searching for the 

precious-lost. 

I knew she might not see me 

for the darkness was impenetrable;

A thick iron shroud

hung low over the brow

that she couldn't move or see.

But I only wanted her to know

she wasn't alone,

and I wasn't afraid 

to be there with her. 

The darkness didn't frighten me,

After all, 

caves are familiar 

 to me.

"The LORD is near the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit.
Psalm 34:18

"Finally, all of you,
be like-minded and sympathetic,
love as brothers,
be tender-hearted and humble."
1 Peter 3:8