that i may take with grace all that i am becoming
and hold it like sand in an hourglass
finding love in the movies, and
God in the sidewalks and street corners, hope
is a sunset over the skyline in its last
burst of triumph.
and then surviving until the morning,
letting the feeling be a friend.
letting myself be a crossroad, a mosaic,
a mausoleum, a glass window,
letting the sunlight through the cracks,
its unfailing blessedness.
