Blessed

In doubt we feel
                        the fear that shows
                        the dreams we care
                        to bury still
                        In faith we know
                        the peace that holds
                        the still and calm
                        when we release them to the shadows
                        Your hand upon
                        her beating heart
                        brings forth the visions
                        in my mind
                        Will time allow
                        and thought persist
                        to cradle this blessed womb of light