Hope

Formed in the salt water of a single tear,
a prayer slides unnoticed
through the star studded atmosphere.

A heavenly being finally finds it
clinging softly to a star.
It’s dewy presence glittering
in the glow of the moon.

There is little hope
trapped in its essence,
just a tiny seedling of perhaps..
but the angel knows that belief holds the seed,
from which miracles are formed.

She cradles the tear in the palm of her hand,
as on radiant wings of grace
she flies beyond the clouds.
There she places the precious gift
into God's majestic hand.

God caresses the tear,
mixing it with one of his own...
blending belief with healing
as another prayer is answered
because of a tiny seed of hope.