Gathering the keys, she thinks,
“Yeah right, Mom. Like I’ll try to be reckless.”
Mindless remark, unneeded request?
No, a prayer for her daughter’s safe return?
Is her prayer just a supplication
Cast into a vast emptiness?
Maybe a supplication sent
To the flowing dark energy that connects us all
Waves in a kaleidoscope of collective consciousness
Released as a positive force to keep her safe.
Does it guard her from another’s recklessness?
Stop a harried salesman from running a red light?
Control carpool kids from distracting the driver?
Yet, it sparks the reminder to the dear one
So apt to have wandering attention
To focus her wits on returning home safely.
“I will, Mom.”
They part sharing this faith, hope, and love. And the greatest of these is love.