You begged and brawled to see me here
to know my voice, to see my face;
your plea at last has won my grace,
so here I am!

What pitiful fear
engulfs you now? That soul-scent call
the breast that wove the world, that bore it all
that nurtured it? With joy-born bliss

rising to the spirit realm to this
oh! that enveloped my breath
the bottom of my being, the depths
of my soul.

Fear not, I shall not leave
so put your mind at rest. No need to grieve
Be sure my love, a frightened boy today,
it's me that cares for you. I'm here to stay.

Marjon van Bruggen
November 2016