(Never) Too Late

You saved me
From that place
Where the world
Was sad
And lonely

At a time
All other people
Would hardly
Know
I’m there

Believing
All my grief
Was a real
And suited
Prison

Until
That blind
Redemption
Like keys
Held in your eyes

Unlocked
What could become
One last
And sacred
Mission

To uphold
This dream inside me
When love
Still barely
Speaks

And conquers
With your grace
These fears
I choose
To carry

Like triumph
By experience
While tragedy
Makes me
Whole,

Stronger
Though I break
Against
What passion
Lingers

Imbuing
Raw connection
As truth
Which chisels
Stone

With compassion
As its source
And empathy
From our
Meeting

Conveying
How God festers
Within
Those souls
Who care –

Your smile
An open passage
That leads
To greener
Pastures,

Your words
A constant poem
Which quells
These demons
Bare

Exposed now
From my heart
As a rare
Yet simple
Message

How prayers
Are always answered
Even if
It’s far
Too late.

– J. Pigno

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