If there is a letter you wanted delivered to you from someone,
filled with all the somethings you really needed to hear from them,
let this be it.
We can conjure together sentences that make you feel seen,
known by that important person,
words that are a salve,
words that uplift.
We don’t need to know exactly what they are,
just that they are the sutures to draw together torn parts,
to sing to the mending being that lives inside of you,
wake them, put them to work,
birth that confluence-river of love and safety and warmth and mirth.
We can tie these new words together and bury them outside in soft, damp dirt.
You and I will know they are now part of the soil,
healing things, helping life flourish.
The person you wanted to hear speak them may not be able to deliver them to you,
probably not in the way you wanted,
with a bowed head,
and a true heart.
Still the words are here,
in the world,
waiting for you,
holding you,
abundant and yours.
