Sarah masen

May our standing ask permission To be a kind of benediction To a love we know is bigger than ourselves The spirit and your witness Is bearing light upon our weakness Giving weight to what we cannot...

I'd like to sleep for one more hour or two Hour or two You look like dad when he slept really hard Through everything Now everything's gold and like Christmas We are Home This all feels so familiar...

I think we're coming to a standstill I think you're magic with your strong will But this is love and not justice He's hurting everything he touches You cannot carry what he clutches He needs a mother...

She looks over her shoulder with a half specific glare, As if it were the past An interception of intentions from a once familiar path, A promise broken in half So she let go On the pages of a memo...

When I'm standing close To the clouds of fear and doubt I reach out my hand To the love that pulls me out I hop in my car that takes me down the road That leads me straight into my Father's arms When...