I come to you on foot, my arms full of gifts.
I’m eager for touch, for hugs and for kisses.
Your landmines explode, blast me to pieces.
Body parts and gifts litter the street.
Wounded, I withdraw, and admit defeat.
I come to you by ambulance, ready for service.
Anything you need, I’m here round the clock.
Your soldiers stop me at a road block,
check for weapons, rip open the doors.
My protests unheeded, I retreat heartsore.
I come to you on a fire engine, siren on full,
with words of love to put out your fire.
But you add more fuel and call me a liar.
My mouth is empty, my words run dry.
I leave confused, wondering why.
I come to you in a camper-van, en route to the coast.
I ask you to join me for a short holiday.
You whip up a storm so we can’t get away.
Huge waves pound the beach, fierce wind and cold rain.
Back home, devastated, by myself I remain.
I come to you on the wings of an eagle.
Under your radar, I soar, clear and free.
You don’t see me coming. No way can you stop me.
I fly past your defenses. I sing in your ear,
“I love you. You are loved. All is well. Have no fear.”