the ways I find you

Your face up close
God's grace, God's grace
and my mistakes are held there in your eyes
I ask for space and take
the length of pride to stretch myself upon
and make images of all my golden lives alone

Drops in a bucket loudly in my ears
steps to doorways trip
my heart.
Your healthy eyes you steer-
be clear! be clear of me!

Covered up and over by my cold shoulder
still you synchronize my day and night
and when I crumble over you
We flow out and in and through

the broken ways I find you.