this morning I looked at you
and my heart hoped things for you
that I knew you couldn't hear
and weren't yet ready to hear
but in a moment
that
hope grabbed my soul
and bound its
tiny wings around it
and
had i not whispered to God about it
it would have fluttered-strong
and
escaped my throat
the thing I whispered was this:
i pray that your heart
melts
into a puddle
and that the finger of God
stirs and swirls it
until it
never is the same
And I put two creams in my coffee
and thought of how
He did that to me
and how much richer
life became
and my heart hoped things for you
that I knew you couldn't hear
and weren't yet ready to hear
but in a moment
that
hope grabbed my soul
and bound its
tiny wings around it
and
had i not whispered to God about it
it would have fluttered-strong
and
escaped my throat
the thing I whispered was this:
i pray that your heart
melts
into a puddle
and that the finger of God
stirs and swirls it
until it
never is the same
And I put two creams in my coffee
and thought of how
He did that to me
and how much richer
life became
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