At the crossroads

I will meet you at your crossroads
In the darkest moment of the night
Like I’ve met so many
Hear your confession
Peer into your truth
And lay you bare with a stroke
Hold your heart in my hands as you bleed
And bind your wounds
You write your soul on my skin with your own blood
And find peace in the reflection

I am just the surrogate
For, in this moment,
I bear in my own flesh the pain you carry
I see you
So that you might know the truth of being seen
I hear you
So that you might know the freedom of being heard

I am just an echo
The reflected sounds of your own glory

I will meet you at your crossroads
In the middle of the night
And you will see who you are