I was raised Catholic. After the whole two paragraphs containing mild sexuality issue I was even placed in Catholic school. Oh, I loved it. Every opportunity to grow closer to God was...well a godsend. Since then, I've expanded my views. To judge one religion or forgo understanding the other seems like a waste. If you don't keep an open mind you might be missing half the story.
This poem seems at first like a secret affair of two young lovers, but it’s actually religious. Toward the end it sounds rather suicidal to me. The problem is that I never once thought of taking my life when I was a depressed teen, but I did want relief from my loneliness.
I didn’t know I would see you there.
You were quiet, gentle, with a tender stare.
You reach out to me to run to your side.
I was afraid at first, a bit hesitant, but that
smooth twitch of your lips brought me peace.
I didn’t know what to say, but I saw you
Standing there expectant, and I ran to you.
I squeezed myself tight to the warmth of
Then I saw it, your wondrous smile,
and I cried.
What were you doing there? It was only
an open window, and the moon became
your face. I was standing there pleasantly
in your arms.
You said, “Don’t worry.”
I said, “Lord, I know I’m safe with you.”
Then I spread out my arms, and I flew.
Now my soul is still flying, and it finds
it’s resting place near that open window
where you held me in your arms, and
where I felt your love a second time.