and sometimes grace has a way of slipping right alongside me.
i'm not fully aware until i feel it in my bones. oh, how it warms aches. makes longings long less. pulls apart-heart-pieces into a different direction. burns a map inside my head i can't forget.
(it's a little squeeze); like the one i get when my four year old
friend holds my hand, telling that somewhere-deep-down:
you're gonna be okay.