(never mine)

remembered again
the power in being
a little more giving of gifts
(never mine)
the chance overlooked
(though now not so easy)
to turn from the faces
I was destined to find

to share
with another
the weight of these sorrows
to laugh at the manner
we’ve come to receive
goodness becoming
something far greater
than the promise of heaven
one faith could conceive

were only this one
this hope for redemption
when given to grace
our own to defend
longing - no more
than sweet consolation
for love (unexpected)
shall welcome us in

was never for much
we came to discover
the warmth of a sunrise
the sweet smell of rain
kindness without the need
for repayment -
when given another
as love (we remain)

tis more than we were
when asking
for favor
torn between righteous and right
come to a path
we chose for a reason
unaware of the worlds
we ignite