The piece of paper found, tucked well into the basket
Revealing it makes me want to hide the words again
Little pieces all around the house, don't know if it's
Been in the air before, so it will just stay as it is tucked away
In the corner, beneath the journal, words, silent on a page
Yet when read, so much power, a revealing of what 
Is hidden in the hearts eye, not thought of, in a different
Moment created and put away, scattered like leaves in the wind
Full, full of what has been, what will be, a birth, yet not shared 
Fully except in the prayer of the heart, let go just as it is