PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
A firm embrace was missing,
That supports without faltering,
A gaze that confirms everything,
That there is always a port, a place.
The secure voice was missing,
To guide along the right path,
The presence that heals everything,
Even when the world is a desert.
The decisive gesture was missing,
That wards off fear and pain,
A father who, even in conflict,
Sows love within us.
The outstretched hand was missing,
To lift us in the darkness,
A direction that provides shelter,
In the labyrinths of the heart.