The Warmth

I am holding you even now.

The Whispering

It was you who taught us that the best way to pray, was to make something beautiful. Today, when we pray, we sit down and arrange whatever’s in front of us into patterns, forms and feelings. We draw in the dust. We take a picture. We sing. We cook. We write a sentence. We write another one. We create and through creating, we pray.

This, you said, is why all life is beautiful. It is the greatest prayer of all.

The Priorities

It doesn’t matter how much you spent. It doesn’t matter how many people worked for you. It doesn’t matter how far you traveled. It doesn’t matter what kind of car you drove. It doesn’t matter who knew your name. It matters how much you loved.

The Suprise

You had this expression on your face, like you weren't quite sure you were supposed to be on Earth.

The Repetition

Your patterns are everywhere.

The Obscured

The only thing you're really waiting for is yourself.

The Mending

Your wings needed mending. I sat there all night with sticky-tape and glue and a needle and thread and string and old newspapers. The sun came up but still, nothing worked. You needed to fix them yourself. You thanked me for trying and told me because I’d tried, you’d be willing to try too. You flew.