He was wild like fruits in the winter
Like berries in the thorny desert
He was a happy answer when all said no
A smile in a room of frowns
He kindled her spirit like a little fire
And when she was weak he held her
Over time he leaned on her too
He was troubled over many things
Like whether he was a man or not
And whether he was kind or cruel
He was beautiful and generous
And shared his bounty with her
She loved him dearly and when he moved on
She kept going because he didn't wound her
He could have cut deep gouges into her heart
But he left her with a gentle kiss
Coming back often like a hungry little sparrow
To nibble crumbs upon her porch stoop
Of all things wild and joyful he was best
And no darkness could therein penetrate
In Jesus' Name,
Amen