I hope you have someone's hand to hold when you need to feel the sky
Even if it is your own
Hands clasped in prayer
Your hands are clasped in something greater

And when loneliness gnaws
Let it sit
In the corner by itself
The fireplace in a warm embrace
Only has room for your glow

Do not take out that old photograph
Nothing happens for a reason but the
reasons we give it will suffice

And do not say the best has come and gone
Our lives do not balance on the razor's edge of self-pity
The old photograph will fade and take faces with it
But the ones we take today still glossy and drenched in sweetness
Hold close by in your heart

Maybe make a little room too
The scrapbook with pressed flowers still not full
The ones you haven't taken are the
prettiest ones yet