Letters from God

Cracked
imperfect vessels
stood
laying hands
upon the
broken
fatigued;
weary-laden
soul.

With mortal
words they
spoke
and uttered
sacred love;
promises divine.
Salutations
from loving
Father
who knows
both
receiver
and giver
well.

He knows
what
balm to pour
from
stuttering lips
and hearts
to seal the cracks
and make
for a
moment
Heaven
amid mortality
and
the imperfect
whole.

© Eleanor Clark 10 May, 2013