Footsteps crackle over small stones and gravel
The delicate, musical drip of a slow trickling rain
The whisper of the willows
Wisdom and comfort
The breath slides over my lips
In an elegance known by one
And meant for one.
Tear drops mingled with raindrops slide over my skin
Impassioned petitions lifted high to the One most holy
Arms wrapped around knees
To be as small in this vast space as possible.
He will see the smallness,
And He will care.
It is heard.
There is a reply.
I walk home.
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