valley of death

today and yesterday:
among the worst days of my life?
yes
tonight though: help.
'my path for you':
your words.

tonight you smiled:

I saw how you bend time.
in my hands it shatters into sharp-edged pieces:
in yours time yields: flowing free.
not disappearing, but encircling.
and then
the thousand ways you teach me
that I am yours and you are mine:
so many fiery angels along the way!

but your plans for them are different.
my path would be a lonely, impossible path without you.
but I am not; no need to fret!

no . . . more a command than that:
'stop the fretting!' perhaps

yes my prayer must be for faith more than healing.
[though both would be nice]