She is alone, but only in this dimension
She misplaced her life in a drawer
Yet left behind a sermon we still hear

Her vitality wandered off
It dances barefoot on ceilings
But she still cradles her God
Like a bird made of rusty light

Do not blink too long
Or you’ll miss the mission
Scrawled on the gates of heaven

The love that leaks between worlds
Meant to bring comfort
Into the softest holes in time