her prayer

There's no such thing as chance;

She saw God reflected in all the shimmering words of the morning

and when she asked for an escape from the troublesome quarantine of her mind, it fell into her pockets like loose change that might have been there all along.

My flight was delayed for rain on a sunny afternoon and I happened to meet my soul mate in the time I spent perusing the magazines, wishing I was flying. 

She couldn't wait to tehila and halal until her mouth when dry and her bones were bare and she was giving more than she had to an ultimate she didn't understand.

In the name she still has trouble spelling, she prays.