Who can explain
enchanted effect
you have on me?
You tame the tempest,
change my mind from
turbulence to calm.
You loose chains
of rigidity
that have kept me
bound to fear.

Even now, when
we could be no further
distanced or divided,
I am blessed,
broken,
meager gift of me
multiplied by
your memory,
mere mention of
your name.

Now I have
no need to know
why or how.
Ask not if
it’s real. It is
my peace.
I have learned
to embrace the mystery,
strange familiarity
you bring.

Your voice
calls to me
from desert oasis
lush with healing love.
Invisible hands
touch me
with a balm
that restores me,
and I am made
well again.