a letter is traveling far and wide and may land tired in your lap
please, would you pray for one lost?

deliverance creeps on an unsuspecting mood in minute ways
I'd really like to hold your hand.

keeping space in this palm, my thumb could hold much more
rebel sage said love and fear motivate.

my eyes are red yet dry, a sudden drizzle; feet patter to lines
a small feather tucked gently inside.