it was after the fire

It wasn't in blending myself
with beauty in jaded white
that my heart was first won...
not in the white hot forge
where iron sharpens iron
that my hardness was undone
It wasn't even the small voice
my side of the bed one dark night...
that ever so softly whispered
'daddy, I'm scared'
and crept under my arm

It was when she was taken away

that I first needed His Light

Powerful, heart rending stuff. You packed a punch in one short verse. Nice work.