Walking with Trauma

La Travesia de Eva

A Safe Place

She walked three blocks on Sunday morning

Bundled in her coat and hat,

Looking frantically for his presence

Saving a seat where she was at.

She sat in the pew with the others

Listened for his loving-kindness

But her joy could not be completed

Until she would see him by her.

Oh! his tender mercies were loving

And his deliverance gave joy,

She could not describe his cleansing

Nor his assurance of love.

The benediction was cited

As the crowds moved away,

She searched for him in their eyes

As they all slipped away.

She was left disappointed

Waiting in anticipation

Never becoming aware

His embrace was all around her.