(Between Breaths)

Lord, bless this man.

You are surprised by your own thoughts. Beside you is someone familiar. You examine his face: you recognize him somehow — a deep, burrowing, affinity.

But I don’t know him, you tell yourself. Yet your spirit longs to remember. Reaching, embracing:

Please, bless him. Bless this beautiful soul.

You pause, in awe of your own urgent plea

for a stranger whose happiness

is now your own.