This heart of stone, be chiseled away
by unexpected acts of love
by hugs that touch the soul
by tears of pain and love and grief and joy and sadness and suffering and hope and forgiveness.
May your hands heal bodies and souls and minds - too numb to believe (for today).
May the rock barely beating in my chest flow again with life.
May gardens grow and flowers bloom where only dead roots and weeds thrive.
That I could become still in all the screams and hear you and know you are are there.
That I could feel your arms and breathe...
That I could just touch the hem - just one thread to touch and feel true grace.
And, that it would be enough
