He runs to meet her.
Her arms hold His advance at a distance,
She is not yet ready to embrace again,
not trusting still.
Sorrow of promises broken push hard against
His advance of love.
Back again He comes
wanting to hold her,
to feel the warmth of this distant daughter,
Her refusing arms still extending,
limbs of disbelief.
His tender strength takes her unwilling arms
inviting her to love again,
to live a future not believed possible
before this last embrace came