If there is god in this
she shapes a humble kindness
A small brown box reveals these gifts
One large moist spicy pumpkin loaf
Heavy like honey with generosity
A slim book of poetry old
In each word upon the page a mans longing
And new to me, a card sacred for such touching humility
These gifts sent to a woman never met
Who writes her secrets on a disappearing page
Perhaps to never know if they are understood
Light sent into a void and answered like a prayer
And yet here is proof: a loaf, a book of poetry, a card
©2009 Peggy Pendleton
