New York at Night by Vivian Gucwa
Take my hand
and walk with me
into the night of the world.
Take my hand
and walk with me
into the simmering stars.
Take my hand
and walk with me
into the light of my wound.
Take my hand
and walk with me,
and I will make you whole.
As long as there are no germs on your hand lol
ReplyDeleteNo promises Pat.
DeleteI like that, the cobblestones glistening in the wet light and the repetition of the poem. Holding hands used to mean so much...
ReplyDeleteThanks Yvonne. Holding hands still means a lot to me. :o)
Deletewalking into the wound of another...entering into their pain...there is healing in that as we face it together....walking it together makes it easier as well...
ReplyDeleteIt does Brian.
DeleteOf companionship and caring, a little like a lullaby :)
ReplyDeleteTigerbrite
Thank you Tigerbrite.
DeleteTake my hand ... I love the mantra-like sound of those words. We do manage to grab many hands through the years, don't we.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen, agreed.
DeleteThis is like a song .. it's like a life till death does us part.. very sweet...
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn. :o)
DeleteI love how each stanza unfolds and builds in intimacy. Great.
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Mosk!
ReplyDeleteEasy to take your hand..follow into your words..
ReplyDeleteThank you Lyn.
Delete...and then together hand in hand they walk off into the moonlight, believing in love.
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DeleteVery positive view, I specially like the last stanza ~ Good one Mary ~
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace.
DeleteIt is always good to have someone whose hand one can hold as one journeys the different paths through life. I enjoyed this, Mary.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, it is a good thing.
DeleteLovely poem Omary, repetition always works well with me as It makes clear a central intention. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michael.
DeleteThat is what real love is about - intentional and purposeful - helping each other - showing grace. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Debi.
DeleteTake my hand..there is so much in those 3 words..lovely poem..
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deleteit needs trust to open up to someone...but with it comes the potential of healing... i really like this.. sometimes it can be a difficult walk but we win so much if we do
ReplyDeleteIt can indeed be difficult. Thank you very much Claudia.
DeleteTake my hand
ReplyDeleteand walk with me
into the light of my wound.....gorgeous lines.
Thank you Ayala. :o)
DeleteThe repetition of the phrase "Take my hand…" works very well. There is a certain positiveness, with the promise of healing, caring, support perhaps. I like how you conceptualized and personalized this image, Mary.
ReplyDeleteI also like the repetition, like an incantation, or a promise ~
ReplyDeleteInto my sacred heart?
ReplyDelete:) into the new year:)
ReplyDeleteThis is a poem I can relate to at the moment, thanks.
ReplyDeletePamela
Hi Mary, I love the simplicity and rhythm to this. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my blog today.
such a beautiful poem....when i look at the stars or the city lights at night, i always feel less alone!
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
beauty healing piece
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great place to be nighttime.
ReplyDeleteFor centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
ReplyDeleteJeux de coiffure
Take my hand. Does she really need all that convincing? :) Sweet poem. I love walking and holding hands with my husband.
ReplyDeleteWhat a tender "Take" on the image, Mary.
ReplyDeleteReally, this is so giving, and this stanza achingly so:
"Take my hand
and walk with me
into the light of my wound."
Lovely!
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