Where will the extent of our influence go?
A warm soup for a hungry soul?
A hug that brings with it a light?
Or maybe a fist hurled in a fight.
The untangling of a beast,
caught in a net?
A look of the eyes, to be met.
Love given to a lover.
But deceptive in its inception,
It - takes and breaks - us.
Stronger than any other being,
We look to Him, the king of kings.
Satisfied, filled, renewed.
No, your influence has no end,
Even death could not rend.
Come, and mend.
*Inspired by Nocturne Op. 9 Andante by Chopin