Thursday, January 30, 2020

service

i sit across from you on borrowed prayer,
hair sweeping the open redemption of love.
knees bent.
folded into one another.
to keep chaos still,
i allowed my heart to wrap itself around your presence,
go the distance to stretch itself far enough to catch your
soul by the fingertips,
in order to wrestle it to safety, 
rescue the torn bits
and....
restore its freedom.

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