I think I can finally urge myself not to think too much-
I’ll listen to Mozart and watch birds eat from my terrace.
I’ll hug my son & thank God

that he is healthy & safe. A boy of compassion
with a humanitarian flare & this hunger to save
all those desolate. (I was once that way, before

I became so needy, so broken apart) But lose

me in the clouds now & rise him toward the

atmosphere of promised stars & well-spent days.

Please, God. Give him a chance.

 

~Heather Lenz

May 31, 2013