Pieces

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