Give Me A Safe Passage Poem by Mark Heathcote

I want to sleep in a distant hayloft.
And be finally free.
I want your tenderness.
And the sanctuary of your arms
But I don't know how far I have left to travel.
And what will be the final cost?
So give me alms.
Give me a safe passage;
Please guide my footsteps from further mistakes.
I can see the sun is setting.
And I can't clean my linen or my soul.
But I promise to be less of a paradox.
I'll iron out all my inconsistencies if it kills me.
I hope all the fog clears before my last night.
And I can see clearly when the dawning light comes.
I hope I find redemption at the end of the day.
And I meet and am hosted by an eternal friend.
Who blows out the candle?
And say, I am glad you survived, but now it's time.
It's time. It's time to say goodnight.