I think of you often
Do you think of me too?
You're probably just busy
I don't want to bother you.

I find myself reaching
For the friendship we had
But I'm left grasping at nothing
And this makes me sad.

Our talks lately are empty,
Shallow and subdued
I don't know what I've done
To make our friendship come unglued

I think of you often
Do you think of me too?
I just want to say
I'll always be here for you.

It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.

She buried herself deep within the dirt. Coming back, pushing past surface, like a sprout catching sun for the first time.

Break through.
Tap in.

Her tears were sweet instead of salty.
Watering all that could be,

And all the while inside the quiet of the Earth's womb,  she thought,
"Thy will be done."