when your strength wavers and you can hardly stand, with onrushing water that threatens to sweep you away...
i wish i could be the physical presence to stand firm and steadfast, who could drain the water and dry your feet and eyes, that you might stand with me, lending my shoulders for you...to rest and move at the same time.

but your tears won't reach me.
and I prefer someone more divine and personal, to heal you.

but I stand, resting and waiting.