Sunday, November 20, 2011

heart puddles

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

      hope grabbed my soul
and bound its
tiny wings around it
had i not whispered to God about it
it would have fluttered-strong
escaped my throat

the thing I whispered was this:

i pray that your heart
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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