Details in the Fabric

Let me not shrink the fabric of your being,
Pulling the threads counting irrelevant.

I feel your every woe,
As to think I am right there with you -

Yet, my distance -
counts blessings in disguise,
for as you descend -
discovering the fire beneath your crust;
you will return, and through -
I will be still,
garnished by your light,
with my hands and
Heart open,
waiting patiently - for You.