But behold, the Lord
hath redeemed my soul from hell; I have beheld his glory,
and am encircled
about eternally in the arms of his love.
No Arms
2/6/08
I have no arms to
pull me home
No arms to pull me
safely in
No place of peace to
rest my heart
No endless refuge
from the storm.
No arms to shield me
from the pain
Or hold away a
threatening for
No arms to wipe the
tired tears
Or wait for mournful
sobs to slow.
I have no arms to
claim my own
That wish to hold me
ever near
No arms to share a
loving warmth
To hold me close to
someone dear.
(3/26/12 - 2 Nephi
1:15 - Ensign April '12)
see 'Arms of Love'
For a long time I
particularly treasured hugs because it made me feel like if someone was
actually willing to touch me then I must not be so horrible as I'd been made to
feel. Just as I sought comfort being wrapped in my blanket the day I found my
mother dead, I have sensed a security and comfort intimated in being held close
by another. I have longed for that feeling to be proven real. It means welcome
and acceptance and concern and love and protection and I have craved that
reality for so long.
A bit over four
years after writing this particular poem, the Lord showed me that while I've
not had an actual person filling that role, He has ever been there with His
arms stretched out in my need and He has held me close in His care. When I read
the words that spoke these thoughts I knew immediately the Lord was answering
this poem's prayer. Someday I will also have a husband and a home and a family
and I will not only have the arms to hold me close but I will also be able to
hold them close as well. In the meantime, I must be content to share what hugs
I can with others.
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