A perfectly warm cup of wonder, the joy
in a puff of foamy hope tickling her nose.
She is ready to begin again, lifting stains past
To uncover the fresh treasure beneath pain.
She is ready to worship comfort for comfort sake
Not as distraction from a wound that would not heal.
She is ready to toast tomorrow, brave strides
And stomping toward unknown cravings.
She is ready to grasp a generous idea of grace unfolding
In the blink of a wish
Because she believes she can heal through joy
And a perfectly warm cup of wonder.