Afar

A far off man
reached out his hand.
Strange yet so familiar.

His text onscreen
transporting me,
from doubt to trust:
in me rare.

He found a wall
in me, did crawl
and scaled my peak of fright.

I shared my fears
but cried no tears,
for strange man in the night
had promised me
that he could see
through fear, through fire,
to truth.

He knew.

A steady hand,
an honest man,
a sage,
a guard,
a youth.

His vile intent cannot be proved.
He’s bold and dares the comers
to tear him down.

Fall to the ground
you challengers in numbers,
for I can see
in front of me
a stranger dark and knowing.
From far away
with words he’ll say
his truth; be kind and loving.

He’s held my hand.
He’s lifted me:
repeated, patient caring.
That kind of man,
before my eyes,
needs no one else approving.

A far off man stakes claim in me.
My heart--pierced by his standard.
Reality brought him to me.
To his hand, I’ve surrendered.