I arrive again To visit you treasured two. You will not readily recall Precisely which face mine is Among the rushing throng Behind your uncertain eyes. You desire devoutly The prompt and willing service Your words were wont to offer To your kindly sentiments, And the smooth conveyance They might furnish To your hazy queries. But ask me anything, And I will readily recount Your comforting home, Your family’s embrace, Your hearty table, Your counsel by the hearth. Ask me anything, And I will regale you With the story of a lost and desperate boy Found and restored, Redeemed and valued In a transaction recorded by the galaxies And calculated beyond all realms. Ask me anything. Chide not yourselves for the theft That the years have perpetrated Upon your recollections. I will sing a song of thousands of gestures Which you would have called nothing. Fear not to forget, for I will sing it A million times if you wish Because to me your nothing was everything. Just ask me anything, But you need not ask. Let me live again with you The glory of all you gave me. I will deliver back to you My opulent share Of sumptuous memories From your precious and loving lives. My spirit has grown fat on them And feeding on them again Will all the more sustain my soul. Ask me anything, And I will answer. And ask me to come again and again For you to ask me more.