Miracles

                                  for A_

It is a long flight between 

    hope and blessing

the promises we string together

like pearls

clasped around our hearts

each begun with so tiny

a grain

of willfulness

(or something like it

virtue perhaps

good)

we hardly noticed 

we embraced

night after night we whisper

persist in believing

(oh! the longing, the pulse,

the ache for grace)

One by one, they strengthen

and shine

until they become us

adorned in faith.

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