You are my hiding place –
I take solace in your being.
You enfold me.
how can I leave?

Who says that I want to leave?
Everyday, I have to die.
Die to the idea,
die to the thought,
die to my inner self –
the things that draw me away.

Lord, take me back –
don’t give up on me.
I don’t want to leave.

- Alicia LaJoie