About You Poem by James McLain

About you 'From' me to the rest.
It is nearly time,
I still have yet to find one to walk with.
I was your haven and I was your safe.
Deep as that Guf my reservoir.
'God' himself I am not, even he understands.
To be made whole I come in from the rain.
I must walk apart from the rest.
There are no tests left but death,
and this none but a child may pass;
Though once a long time ago.
Come: and listen to all of your stories.
They need not be abolished, from lore.