{7 October 2016}

She burns quietly into
Someone altogether hopeful – patient
for a tomorrow, gracious
In pursuit.
Moment by
Moment, learning she doesn’t have to sit
Comfortably, she doesn’t
Need their attention,
Their voices are colors
Of memories not
Necessities.
She can grow with the power of
All that came before her.

– Written word by word by myself and Nora Pearce

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{Prayer}

God told me
to pray

so I sat
in my camp chair
and

studied
the fire
growing
and throwing
sparks
like fireworks

I sat
in my camp chair
and

saw the stars
pushing off
the clouds
refusing ignorance
of the earth
beneath

I sat
in my camp chair
and

regarded
small bright eyes
watching me
from behind a bush
both of us
curious
both of us
scared

I sat
in my camp chair
and
observed
in vague despair
as my fire
receded to
embers then coals
then a soft red

God told me
to pray
so I watched
her world
spin around me.